” “I’m doing fine.” “You know… I wrote a song that I dedicated to you,” Hilary said. I smiled. “Thank you! That’s awesome.” “Wel... yeah, but my musical managers suggested that I should lie, and say that someone else wrote it, and not me, because that might arouse a little suspicion towards my fans. If you look in the booklet, it doesn’t have my name for the person who wrote it. Don’t ever tell anyone that. It’s nothing dirty, it just talks about the first time we met.” “What song is it?” “Track. "Yeah, sorry," said Molly."Go on," the man said, motioning with his hands and shaking his head.Molly and Nick were too nervous to ever go back to the racquetball court. They didn't want to risk getting caught again."So what do you want to do?" Nick asked."I know what I want to do," Molly teased."Me, too," he said. Her teasing made things worse for him. "We can't do it now." Well, what do you want to do then?" I don't know." I only want to do one thing." Yeah," he sighed sadly. "Me, too." I wish. Kenneth Carlson."When the girl heard the name, her jaw dropped and she slid off the sideboard. Suddenly, she was embarrassed by her appearance and was obviously torn between fleeing the room and meeting the people she had heard about all her life. She asked very softly, "Mommy, is this the Kenneth Carlson who saved Daddy's life?" He sure is, darling. And his wife's name is Kathy. Remember hearing about Kathy-grams?"Moving swiftly, Sam darted around to table to where Ken was sitting. She stood. Now here she was at the airport, a very recent graduate of nanny school, or as it was officially known: the Miss Forthingill's School of Child Care for the Privileged. It was a terribly exclusive school to get into, the most expensive in the state. She had been very surprised to find that her editor, posing as her guardian and pulling some strings, had already submitted a false past for her and gotten her enrolled even before she had agreed to the assignment, the rat! She hadn't even applied.