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“Oh, wow. Look athim.”

A comment like that was all it took. Curiosity prevailed.

“Now, that’s more like it. He’s hot,” George said.

“He’s smoking hot. Looks a little like you. Small paunch, blond scruff, slightly bearish.”

“Remind me to never let you write my profile description. What does he do?”

“Uh, let’s see... never mind.”

“What?”

“He’s a pizza delivery boy.”

“Boy? Hardly. I do like Italian sausage, though.”

May looked at him.

George grinned. “You started this.”

“How about him?” She said, pointing at the screen. In it was the handsome, smiling, dark-eyed face of a man wearing business casual.

“Not bad. I’m intrigued. What does he do? If he’s a Hill Brat, no deal.”

“He’s not. Says he’s an accountant for Dingley and Habersham. He’s looking for someone stable and relationship-minded.”

George continued to eye the screen.

“Can I set it up?”

He sighed. “I don’t know, May.”

“Come on. Do it for me.”

“You sound like a coach. Take one for the team.”

“It’s not that dramatic.”

“Tell you what,” he said, giving way to a small, sly grin. “I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll go out with this guy if you go out with Rachel.”

“No way. We just met. I don’t even know for sure she’s gay.”

“Oh, she’s gay.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t know. Gaydar?”

“Well, it’s too soon. I barely know her.”

“Uh, excuse me... but me and, uh—what’s his name?”

May looked back at the screen. “Trevor Crenshaw.”

“Really? Trevor? That’s his name?!”

“You were saying.”