Blair squirmed as Rowena set her down inside the nursery. The old nurse was seated in an armchair in the corner by a fire, snoring. Rowena and Kenna shared a look before both of them stifled giggles.
“She’s a dear, I promise, but she was Quinn’s and mine and we’re all grown now. Quinn didn’t have the heart to replace her.”
“It means we need to watch Blair more carefully. When I first met her, she was on the verge of falling face-first into a fountain, and now she’s got a cold.” Rowena gazed at the little girl, who toddled over to the rug by the fire, playing with a pair of well-loved dolls. The child half hummed, half sang a little song as she played.
“Children do get colds now and then,” Kenna chuckled. “Ian, I mean Dr. McIntosh, came to check on her today. He’ll be back tomorrow.”
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