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should have done it right the first time. All of my crews know that. If it isn’t done right the first time, then they have to come back, when I say it’s convenient, and fix it to my exact specifications. Trust me, these guys will make sure every house that goes up in that community from now on will be perfect.”
    “Wow,” she said, turning away from him. “That’s…that’s just…wow.”
    “What?” Brows furrowed, he wondered at her comment.
    “So basically these guys are working for free tonight, is that what you’re saying?”
    “I don’t know about for free—they’re subcontractors. If they want to pay these guys for being incompetent, that’s on them. I, however, will not be footing the bill.”
    So many things were on the tip of Zoe’s tongue, but she kept them to herself. No need to cause an argument. In another ten minutes, she’d be at her door and saying good-bye to him. Surely they could go that long without arguing. Maybe.
    “Have you eaten dinner?” he asked casually.
    “As a matter of fact I haven’t. I had planned on grabbing some takeout and going home. You know, before the whole tire thing.”
    Aidan nodded and turned in the parking lot of the local pizzeria. He parked his truck in front and climbed out, walking around to open Zoe’s door. “This place has the best Italian in town.” Once Zoe’s feet hit the ground, Aidan turned and walked toward the entrance.
    Zoe stood there for a moment, a little shell-shocked. He hadn’t asked if she wanted to eat with him or if she even liked pizza!
    “Um…what if I don’t eat Italian?” she said, arms crossed.
    So much for going ten minutes without arguing.
    Aidan turned and looked at her as if she had grown a second head. “What do you mean? Everyone eats Italian food.”
    Zoe shrugged. “What if I don’t?” She tried to keep a straight face and not giggle at the indecision on Aidan’s face. He clearly didn’t know what to do with people not just immediately going along with everything he said.
    Taking a step toward her, he said, “We can grab something else if you’d like.”
    Ah, there it was . He was actually taking a moment to think about someone else’s feelings. She considered him for a moment, then walked by him to the restaurant entrance.
    “What are you doing?” he asked.
    “I actually love Italian food. But I prefer being asked first if I’d like to have dinner someplace, or with someone.” Before he could respond, Zoe went through the door and up to the hostess, who led her to a corner booth. Aidan joined her, his expression guarded.
    “So that was…what? You were teaching me a lesson?” he asked as he sat down.
    Picking up the menu, Zoe simply shrugged. “It would have been nice if you’d actually asked me what I’d like to eat rather than just making the decision for me.”
    Aidan was stumped. What was the big deal? He was hungry, she was hungry, and neither of them had eaten dinner. They were passing the pizza place, end of story. Aidan wondered why he didn’t just take her home and get something to eat on his own. Trying to get this woman to soften toward him was starting to feel like more trouble than it was worth. Not that he cared what this woman in her sexy pencil skirts thought about him. No, sir.
    Zoe’s face was mostly hidden by the menu, but he saw her sparkling eyes peek at him briefly, and he could see her shoulders shaking.
    She was laughing at him? Seriously?
    “What is so damn funny?” he demanded.
    “You have a lousy poker face,” she said, putting down the menu. “You looked like your head was about to explode.”
    Nailed it in one . “Okay, fine. You had your fun. If you didn’t want to eat with me, you should have just said so.”
    “Um…when? You pulled in the parking lot and climbed out of the truck without asking if I wanted to stop.”
    Aidan looked up at the ceiling and then back at Zoe. “Do you want to eat or not?”
    “That depends,” she said