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Ugh. I wanted so much to prove I could really
take charge, but all I proved was how big of an idiot I am"
    Dee raised her fingers to her lips, but it didn't hide the
sound of her chuckle. "There, there, honey. It took real nerve
to do what you did. Al wasn't mad at all."
    "Yeah, but Walt's another story. How am I ever going to
face him again? And he's going to be living under the same
roof with me. What if he tells Brad? There'll be no living
that down. How mortifying."
    "Yeah. Walt did seem pretty upset. His face turned a color
unknown even to Crayola."
    Georgie shot her a withering glare. "Just so you know,
that comment isn't making me feel better."
    "Oh. Sorry. Well, look on the bright side. He does look
good, doesn't he?"
    Unfortunately, yes. Walt Somers did look good. She
squinted into the aisle where Walt was still talking with Al,
to make sure she hadn't been seeing things.
    She hadn't been seeing things.
    Walt looked very good. But she dismissed such thinking
as more of the temporary insanity she'd already been experiencing today. Walt was still ... Walt. And he was still as
overbearing as her brother.
    "I wouldn't be complaining if my brother's friend looked like that," Dee added, as though she'd read her thoughts.
"He's still single, isn't he?"

    "How am I supposed to know? I couldn't care less."
Georgie marched over and, with a pasted-on smile, took a
prescription bottle from a customer's hand and typed the refill number in the computer. "This will be ready in a few
minutes, Mrs. Barkat," she told the older woman.
    See? It's obvious. Business as usual. I'm not interested in
Walt. But for some reason she couldn't resist peering back
down the aisle to see what he was up to.
    Dee grabbed Georgie's wrist and pulled her away from
the counter. "What do you mean, you couldn't care less?"
Dee asked, lowering her voice. "You were just giving me a
tearful Sally Fields speech about how you have no life and
can't get a date. God answered your prayers and delivered
you tall, blond, and hunky."
    "Don't be so blinded by appearances," she whispered
back. "Besides, I know Walt. He's a weasel. I'm sorry, but
bossy pain-in-the-necks are not my type"
    Dee snorted as she took the label from the printer. "I don't
understand what your problem is with Walt."
    "I don't have any problem. Just because he's Brad's
friend doesn't mean he has to be mine. I saw how much
my parents doted on Walt. He milked every second of it.
It was disgusting. Besides, there was the same she's-justa-kid attitude in his eyes when he looked at me just then.
Trust me, it wouldn't work. We're as opposite as ... as
that political commentary team Mary Matalin and James
Carville."
    Dee's face fell. "Uh, Georgie, they've been married for
over ten years now."
    They have? "Oh. Well, you know what I mean," she said irritably, picking up and shoving a bottle of penicillin in
Dee's hands.

    Dee shrugged and poured some tablets onto the counting
tray. "Okay, okay. Fine. All I'm saying is maybe Walt isn't
the same person he was when he was teenager. Give him a
break. People do change"
    At that moment, Georgie looked up and saw Walt swaggering toward them. Ignoring the triple flip her heart performed, she walked over to the counter. Her response to
him was borderline ridiculous. Walt may have filled out
physically-in very attractive ways-but he still bore the same
old know-it-all attitude of the past. "My judgment stands until
further notice," she murmured to Dee, then braced herself for
Walt's teasing assault.
    When Walt reached her, however, he surprised her by extending his hand in a friendly, nonderisive way. "I was thinking, Georgie, you're right. No harm done. I guess I did look
kind of suspicious back there"
    She stared down at his hand. His reaction was a twist to what
she'd expected. She hesitated a moment longer, still not sure
what to think of his change in attitude, but then put her hand
in his. Walt had a solid yet