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Corcarelli as her date. I’d go with a stranger.”
    “It’s not a date. It’s a favor.”
    “It’s a disaster waiting to happen. And you know it, that’s why you didn’t want to tell me.”
    Trish stared at the white embroidered letters of
Corcarelli Carpentry Co.,
which were stitched into the red fabric covering Angie’s heart. “I didn’t want to tell you because I knew you’d object. You never give Tony enough credit. He’s a good guy.”
    “You’re blinded by his beauty like all unrelated, underused vaginas.”
    The distinctive sound of a male clearing his voice punctuated Angie’s sentence. “I’m ready for another batch, Ange.”
    Angie gestured to three doors leaning against a far wall. “Take those. They’re done. And for cripes sake, don’t go banging up the woodwork.”
    Nino lowered his eyes, but nodded at his cousin as he lifted a door.
    Trish choked down embarrassment as she watched him leave the garage, and then when she was sure he’d ventured out of earshot, she turned on Angie. “My vagina…” she whispered, fearing another crewmember would overhear the conversation, “is not underused.”
    Angie ripped the safety goggles off her face and leveled Trish with shiny brown eyes. “I’m talking about man-made orgasms, not man-made devices.”
    “Hush,” Trish warned, but a giggle slipped out of her poorly pursed lips.
    “Just remember, Tony’s beauty comes with a price. This is a guy who drove a motorcycle six hours to Philly in the middle of the night because he was jonesing for cheesesteak. He slept on a park bench for two measly hours and then drove six hours home. You’re going to get sucked into that happy-go-lucky vortex, and then he’s going to let you down. As much as I love him, he sucks at being responsible and serious.”
    “He’s never missed a deadline for me.”
    “Because he knows I would throttle him.”
    Trish smiled, because she knew Angie would, too. Still, she didn’t think Angie’s iron fist was the sole thing keeping a free-spirited man like Tony in line. He might be reckless, but he wasn’t self-destructive like Angie made him out to be. “You’re too hard on men.”
    Angie pushed the goggles onto her face. “Because not one of them is as good of a man as my dad was. You find me one that is, and then we’ll talk.”
    That was a tall order. Trish hadn’t known the man, but she knew the legend. Pasquale Corcarelli was one part mythical beast, the other part saint. He once rebuilt a house that had been obliterated by fire in time for the owners to host the Feast of the Seven Fishes despite three feet of snow and a flu-ravaged crew.
    “Fair enough,” Trish said, because one of these days, she was going to find that man for Angie. But first, she had to navigate her own wish list, something she intended to put on hold for one weekend. “You have nothing to worry about when it comes to me taking Tony to this wedding. I just want to have some fun.”
    Angie narrowed her eyes. “I don’t want to think about you and my brother having fun. That’s plain wrong.”
    “Because you’re thinking of the wrong kind of fun.” And now Trish was too. Sexy, sweaty, sticky fun that made her squirm.
That
was the wrong kind of fun, wasn’t it? After all, the idea of Trish and Tony indulging in anything more sinful than two servings of wedding cake was absurd. They were about as compatible as olive oil and mineral water.
    “Remember you said all of this when he turns on the charm.”
    Trish waved off Angie’s skeptical gaze. She’d been subjected to Tony Corcarelli’s good looks and crooked smiles for a couple years now. Surely she’d been exposed to the full extent of his harmless flirtations. For crying out loud, she’d seen him carry a sticky-fingered preschooler while he wore a designer suit. What could be more charming than that?
    She pressed a palm to her stomach, staving off the psychosomatic cramps. “I’ll be fine, Ange. You have nothing to worry