Made For Us by Samantha Chase Read Free Book Online

it can wait. We can still use most of the furniture, if not all of it, with some creative decorating.”
    “You said it didn’t work,” he reminded her.
    “No,” she said, “I said we could do better. That can be accomplished without going through the hassle of replacing everything. Here. Come with me.” She started walking toward the front steps, but Aidan reached out to stop her. She looked at him quizzically.
    “You can’t go in there.”
    “Why not?”
    “They’re taking down drywall. You’re hardly dressed for a construction zone.” And she looked sexy as hell. How was he supposed to concentrate on the job at hand?
    Zoe looked down at her black pencil skirt and heels and knew her outfit wasn’t ideal for navigating the debris littering the ground, but she’d walked through worse. “So I’ll put on a hard hat. I’ll be fine. I want to show you what I have in mind, and hopefully it will put your mind at ease on at least part of the project.”
    “How about a compromise?” he said before she had gone two steps. The last thing he wanted was for her to break an ankle on his construction site. “I promise to leave the furniture alone for tonight if we can go over it first thing tomorrow morning.”
    “But I’m here now.”
    “And you’ll be here tomorrow,” he reminded.
    “Yes, but my way, I can sleep in beyond five a.m.”
    A sudden image of Zoe in bed snapped to Aidan’s mind and his throat went dry. So. Not. The. Time. “Is my schedule going to be a problem for you? The early hours?”
    She rolled her eyes. “Seriously? No, the early hours aren’t going to be an issue. I was merely suggesting that because I’m here right now, I can get some of the things on your list crossed off and put you ahead of schedule.” For a minute, she thought she had him.
    He shook his head. “It’s not on my schedule for tonight, and I have enough to deal with. We’ll meet tomorrow morning as planned. But I’ll leave the furniture alone for tonight.” And then he turned back to the drywall worker who had been standing there the entire time waiting on Aidan’s next set of orders.
    He had dismissed her.
    Again.
    And she didn’t like it.
    Muttering under her breath about inconsiderate people, Zoe walked away with her head held high and even managed to walk out the gate without slamming it. When she got back to her car, she cursed her rotten luck.
    Flat tire.
    “Seriously?” she murmured and crouched down to look at the tire. It had been fine when she’d left the office. Looking around the street, she saw construction debris—dirt clods, rocks, bits of drywall that still had screws in it—strewn all over the road. “Damn it.”
    Grumbling, she pulled her phone out of her purse and scrolled through her contacts until she found the number for the auto club. Having just moved to the area only a month before, she didn’t have a mechanic yet.
    “You are caller number eight in the queue. Please hold,” the automated voice rambled on.
    “Of course I am.” She sighed as she leaned against the car and waited.
    And waited. And waited.
    The automated voice bumped her up to number six, so she figured she still had a while to wait. A quick glance at her watch showed that it was now almost eight o’clock. Dinner was slowly becoming a thing of the past. If she was lucky, she’d find a cup of yogurt at home.
    If she ever got home.
    “What are you doing?”
    Zoe didn’t have to look up to know Aidan was coming her way. “Flat tire. I’m on hold with the auto club.”
    Aidan looked around the road, and even though the sun was starting to go down, it was obvious what had happened. Without another word to Zoe, he stalked back toward the house and began barking orders to get the street cleaned up.
    It was impressive; Zoe watched in amazement as workmen instantaneously began scurrying around and sweeping up the street. It would have been more impressive, however, if that had happened before the damage was done to