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brother, Phil. “This one is yours.”
    “Why me?” Phil complained. He hated dealing with the tenants. Hated dealing with people in general. He could do it and he did when he needed to. It was all part of his job. Of course, he would like it better if everyone just sent him emails on what they were looking for in their homes and he could design it and send it back.
    Unfortunately it didn’t work that way. He had to meet with the clients one on one. Thankfully his brother was normally in the room with the clients, or at least had met with them in the first place.
    Alec, being the contractor, would meet with most of their clients first, find out what work they wanted done and their timelines and such. Then once that was all agreed on, it would be up to Phil to draw the blueprints.
    As kids, he and Alec loved building things. Alec could build about anything off the top of his head. He didn’t need a plan at all. He could see it in his mind and then create it.
    But Phil loved to draw. He was the same as Alec, he saw it in his mind, but he had to put it on paper. He wanted to see the finished product in front of him all at once. Not in stages like construction.
    They made a great team and worked well together. Except neither one of them really liked meeting with the clients. They both wanted to just do what they excelled at.
    Over time they’d made a name for themselves. Alec bought out the construction firm that he worked at during his summer breaks, and once Phil graduated from college and received his architect license, he bought into the firm.
    They carried on the business of the previous owners—home remodels, flips and new construction. But little by little, Phil felt a pull to the commercial side of real estate. So even though they didn’t do the actual construction on commercial builds, Phil made a name for himself with his designs and worked on those projects on the side.
    The same with Alec buying homes and flipping them. They each had side projects and it worked well for them.
    But years ago they decided to start a small subsidiary—rental property. Together they would find a house, remodel it and keep it for rental income. They currently owned over twenty properties and their workloads were piling up. Almost to the point of being unmanageable.
    That didn’t even include the development deal that Alec managed to secure months ago. In the next month, they would be breaking ground on the eighty acres of land they purchased and would start construction on the first ten homes. Phil was buried in work right now with the plans for that on top of everything else they had going on.
    He really shouldn’t complain. Alec had it worse. It took longer to build the houses than it did for Phil to design them. That is, if the homeowners didn’t keep changing their minds.
    “Because I had to deal with the Clemsons today, and that’s enough to give me a free pass for a week.”
    “Please tell me they don’t want another change,” Phil said, groaning. There were ten different basic house plans to choose from in the hundred-lot development. Once the homeowners chose the style house they wanted, Phil would sit down with them and draw up the specifics. If they wanted rooms bigger or smaller, the layout of the kitchen, a finished basement, and so on.
    “No. No plan changes. Just countertop changes. Again. She’s changed her mind three times now. I told her next week is it. I have to place the orders.”
    “At least you hadn’t started building yet when she made the change.”
    Alec cringed. “Don’t jinx it. Anyway, since I had to deal with them today, you get the tenant reviews this weekend.”
    Phil sighed and turned to Mary. “How many of them need to be done?”
    “Only three,” she said. “I’ll email you the properties and times right now, and then I’m out of here for the weekend.”
    Alec walked over and slapped him on the back. “I’m out of here, too. I’m going home and putting my feet up and