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slapping a small cardboard box onto the counter. “I just picked them up from the printer and I wanted to get your opinion on them first.”
    Georgie gingerly pulled out one of his business cards for his new handyman service. With a little eager squeal, she began reading. Then her face fell.
    She lowered her hand and stared at him. “Is this for real?” she asked, gesturing to the cards.
    “Of course it’s for real.”
    Her mouth dropped open. “You cannot be serious. ‘Don’t get mad, call Brad’?” She lost her shocked composure and laughed out loud.
    Brad snatched his card back. “As a matter of fact, I am. And just what the hell is so wrong with that slogan?”
    She placed her hands on her rounded stomach and laughed even harder. “What’s wrong with it? Let me count the ways. For starters, how about that’s the lamest slogan I’ve ever seen? In fact, it’s so lame that I would purposely not call you if I saw this ad, not even if you were the last handyman on the planet.”
    “Wow, Georgie, thanks so much for the sisterly support. I don’t know what I’d do without it.”
    Using the lapel of her lab coat, Georgie wiped the tears from her eyes. “Being honest is being supportive, dumb-dumb. What kind of sister would I be if I let you hand those out to people we know—more importantly, people I know?”
    “Well, your so-called ‘support’ could have at least been laced with an ounce of tact.”
    Georgie rolled her eyes but let out a resigned sigh. “Oh, fine. I’m sorry—blame the pregnancy hormones. If it’s any consolation, Walt told me I’ve been a little snippy with him and the customers lately, too.”
    Brad glanced down at his business card and read it over again. Hmm…he still thought it looked pretty good. It even had a cartoon picture of a guy standing outside a collapsed house with a hammer in his hand. Genius, if you asked him.
    “Do you really hate the cards?” he asked, looking up.
    “Dear heaven above, hate isn’t even the word!” she exclaimed. “In fact, I would go to the printers and demand my money back right now.”
    Brad scowled. “Uh, remember to use your tact voice next time.”
    “Oh, right. Sorry.” A flush swept over her cheeks and she shrugged. “Well, remember, pregnancy hormones and all that.”
    He shoved the card back into the box and slammed the lid shut. “Yeah, whatever. It’s not like I’m looking to drum up a ton of business with this handyman service anyway. I’m just interested in keeping the work steady enough so that…I don’t know. I stay busy.”
    Yeah, busy would be good. Busy would be great. Busy was exactly what he needed right now. Because work would distract his thoughts of a pretty young widow—a widow whom he had no business thinking about in the first place.
    Georgie’s expression softened. “Brad, you know there are other ways to keep yourself busy.”
    Brad sighed. He knew exactly what his sister meant: dating. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t thought about that, too. Actually, he’d thought about it a lot since seeing Kendall last week. But he didn’t know where to start. He needed a plan—a plan that involved his sister’s help. Heaven help him.
    Brad couldn’t quite meet her gaze, embarrassed that he was actually going to take his sister’s advice for once. “Yeah, well, I’ve been doing some thinking lately, and I’ve come to a conclusion.”
    “What conclusion is that?”
    “I’ve decided to look for a woman.”
    She stared at him blankly. “A woman for what?”
    Brad threw his hands in the air. “Jeez, Georgie, you’re married and pregnant! What do you mean ‘for what’? Do I really have to explain the birds and bees to you?”
    “Oh!” She smacked herself in the forehead and laughed. “Of course! You mean you’re going to date again? I can’t believe it; it’s been, like, two years. This will be so good for you, Brad, I promise. I’m so happy you want to rejoin the living.”
    “Yeah, well,