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kitchen. Definitely not professional.
    “Don’t you dare eat Greg’s food.” I blocked the doorway and pointed toward the corner I’d asked her to work on. Then I made a circling motion with my finger. “He’s my client. We’re here to redo his den, not raid his food. Now turn around and get busy.”
    She rolled her eyes, but did as instructed. Finally. “It’s not like he’d care if we grabbed a little snack. I’m sure he’d give you whatever you wanted. It’s so obvious he’s into you.”
    “He is not.” Although his words about wanting to date me rolled through my head, enticing me to forget what was reasonable and just give in. But, hello? I had to be realistic here. E.R. doc, remember? It was an honorable profession, but would also mean stress, cancelled dates, and watching him fight to cope with the loss of patients. Year after year. And we all knew how my dad had coped with his buddy, Scotch. That wasn’t what I wanted in my life anymore.
    “Do you think I’m blind?” She dabbed her brush along the corner of the wall at a snail’s pace. Actually, I was pretty sure snails moved faster. “I had to shake our light bulb to death to get that gorgeous man into my living room. Then you come in all grungy and sweaty, and he can’t take his eyes off of you.”
    An image of him passing me outside on his way home from work this morning appeared in my mind. His smile was beginning to feel way too familiar. “Why is this happening to me?”
    “You’re going out with a famous guy Friday night and our insanely attractive upstairs neighbor is hot for you.” She threw me a “give me a break” look. “I’m not exactly rolling with sympathy over here.”
    “There’s a lot more to Greg than just being hot.” I finished the last of my edging, then swapped my paintbrush for the roller. “He’s smart, funny, and I definitely like him. But he’s an E.R. doctor and we both know what that means.”
    She widened her eyes. “Free healthcare?”
    “Pressure.” I poured paint into the silver pan, moved my roller across it, then started on the walls. “Losing patients will get to him. He’ll need a way to manage the pain. I can’t take another alcoholic in my life. A doctor is not the right person for me.”
    “So date him, then dump him.” Her voice held an edge of “duh” in the tone. “This method works wonders for me.”
    I frowned. “Greg isn’t the type to just have a fling.”
    “Convince him.” She wiggled her brows. “I’m sure it wouldn’t take much, judging by the way he devours you with his eyes.”
    “He’s more grounded than that. I can tell.” I shook my head, reminding myself I shouldn’t have expected more from my younger sister. She hadn’t had a real relationship in years. “Besides, I’m not dating a guy who wants kids. Period.”
    “You’re over-thinking things. It’s not healthy for your love life.” She admired the one corner she’d completed, then set her paintbrush on the bucket as if she were done. “What about New Jersey? Any potential there?”
    “I’m giving him a chance. Kaitlin thinks we’d be great together.” I climbed the ladder to reach the high spots closer to the ceiling. “We don’t have any chemistry, though. Not like I have with . . .” My voice trailed off.
    “Our very built upstairs neighbor? Ha!” She bounced over to me, making all kinds of kissy faces. “I knew you had it bad for him. You want Greg. Admit it.”
    I gritted my teeth as I pushed my roller across the wall. “That’s not true.”
    She poked her fingers into my back, then started singing. “Ginger likes Greg!”
    Oh, man, my sister could irritate me like no other. “We’re not in junior high, so stop giving me flashbacks. I already told you I don’t want to date Greg.”
    That’s when I noticed Greg standing the doorway. I cringed, wondering how long he’d been there and how much he’d heard. Mary Ann was going to get an epic lecture from me later.
    His brows