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  "Don't worry about it," he said, taking the pen from her and writing his list down quickly. "You never told me why you left your window down last night," he reminded her.

  "The window came off its track again and I think it broke inside of the door," she said, trying to peek over his shoulder at his list. "I'm going to have to bring it by the garage today."

  He should just let her do that, but he knew how much those places charged for that shit. "No," he said, shaking his head and handing over his list so he could pull his wallet out. "I'll fix it over the weekend. Until then place a few towels and a trash bag over the car seat when you're using the car otherwise let it dry out. You can use my rug cleaner to suck the water out of it this afternoon," he said, handing her his grocery money. He really needed to move his ass now or he'd be late.

  "Thanks," Zoe mumbled absently as she frowned down at his grocery list. "You didn't write anything."

  "Yes, I did," he said, pointing to the one word he wrote.

  "Everything," she read out loud, lips twitching. "So helpful."

  "That's just the kind of guy I am," he pointed out, knowing in time she'd come to realize how lucky she was to have a landlord like him.

  Chapter 5

  Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, Zoe thought as she stepped out of her car and looked around the large construction site. She didn't know anything about construction. Absolutely nothing. On top of that she was pretty sure the bad reference she was no doubt going to get would guarantee that she didn't get this job or any job for that matter.

  Perhaps she should just get in the car and be content to work part time for Trevor while she tried to figure out how to get a job without having to give a reference.

  "Move your ass!" a rather large man standing in line for the coffee truck barked, startling the hell out of her.

  Yeah, definitely not the place for her, she thought as she opened her door to get back in her squishy car. Maybe if she did a really good job he'd-

  "Are you Zoe O'Shea?" a large man with short silver tipped jet black hair asked as he paused by her car. She quickly took in his good looks, large build, the laugh lines around his eyes, button down shirt, khakis and clipboard and had a pretty good idea who this man was.

  "Mr. Bradford?" she asked, stepping away from her car, hoping he hadn't seen her little escape attempt.

  He held his hand out to her. "Jared," he said, gesturing towards the double wide office trailer with a nod as she shook his hand. "Why don't we go inside and talk?"

  "That sounds great, thank you," she said, feeling foolish going on a job interview in jeans and a summer blouse, but she had nothing else to wear and Trevor promised that it would be fine. She wasn't entirely comfortable counting on one person for so much help, but she also knew that she really didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

  He held the door open for her and with a nervous smile she stepped inside. The first thing she noticed was the large refrigerator, cabinets, and kitchen sink. That was a little surprising. Didn't these trailers usually have small kitchenettes? she wondered as she glanced over at the small comfortable sitting area and a large "L" shaped desk to her left.

  "I really appreciate you coming in for an interview. We're kind of desperate to get a fulltime secretary and office manager," he said, reaching over the desk and grabbing another clipboard. He attached a few sheets of paper to the clipboard before handing it to her.

  "If you could go ahead and fill out the reference section I can check those out while you finish the rest of the application," he suggested with a warm smile.

  "O-okay," she said nervously as dread filled her. This was going to end very badly. She thought about giving him a head's up about her situation, but then decided against it since it would probably look like she was badmouthing her last employer.

  With dread she sat down and quickly filled out the top sheet and handed it to him. With a smile he disappeared through the doorway to the right of the desk and closed the door, leaving her alone to either finish her paperwork or make a run for it.

  Ah, what the hell, she decided a minute later. What did she have to lose? Besides a little more of her pride and dignity that is. It didn't take her too long to finish filling out the rest of the paperwork and when she was done she sat there trying not to fidget.

  Thankfully Mr. Bradford didn't make her wait too long.

  "Why don't you step into my office," he said, still smiling. That had to be a good sign, she thought, walking into his office and almost tripping over her feet when she got her first good look.

  What the hell.......

  Half of his office was set up as an office with a large desk, filing cabinets, computer, a couple of chairs and framed documents and large pictures of past projects neatly lining the walls. The other half of the office was a little odd to say the least.

  In the corner was a baby crib, a changing table, a bookshelf filled with books and toys, pictures of Mickey Mouse lined the walls and teddy bears lined the floor. The area had obviously been set up for a well loved child, she thought with a sad smile.

  "That's for my little buddy," Mr. Bradford said with a warm smile.

  "What's his name?" she asked, taking the seat he gestured to.

  "Cole, he's just a few months shy of one," he said proudly as he took his seat behind the large desk. "May I?" he asked, holding his hand out for her application.

  She handed it over, fighting back the urge to ask what her old job said about her. As she sat there trying not to squirm he looked over her application, absently nodding every few seconds.

  Was he looking for a polite way to tell her that he wasn't interested? She didn't remember being this nervous at her last job interview, granted that was over three years ago. She really wasn't sure that her poor stomach was going to be able to handle the stress of going on any more job interviews.

  "When can you start?" he asked, startling her.

  Once again even though she knew she should keep her mouth shut she didn't listen. "Um, did you check my references?"

  "Mmmhmm, everything checked out."

  "Everything?" she asked, wishing she could just shut the hell up. Seriously, what was wrong with her?

  "Yup, you worked for some real assholes," he said, smiling and throwing her a wink. "Don't worry, Trevor filled me in this morning. It also didn't hurt that you've already met my wife and she vouched for you."

  Zoe sighed in relief.

  "So, can you start tomorrow?" he asked.

  She opened her mouth to answer when a large angry man wearing a black Bradford Construction tee-shirt and tool belt stormed into the office.

  "I want her fired!" he said, slamming a piece of paper on top of Jared's desk.

  It didn't take Zoe long to figure out this man was another Bradford. Actually, the man looked more like a younger version of Jared, large, muscular and devastatingly handsome.

  "Not this again," Jared mumbled warily, rubbing his hands over his face.

  "Yes, this again. She assaulted me and took advantage of me and this time I have a witness," the man declared triumphantly. He looked over his shoulder expectantly. "Get your ass in here!"

  She heard a long drawn out sigh and then a much shorter and leaner man wearing a shirt and tie stepped into the office, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else but there.

  "I'm sorry, Jared. I had no idea what he was up to until he dragged me from my office."

  "It's fine, Brad," Jared said, leaning back in his chair.

  "Bullshit! You hired a woman who can't keep her dirty little hands off of me! You need to fire her!"

  Zoe's brows arched as she spotted the man's wedding band. Well, it was nice to see a man who was committed to his wife, she thought. Most guys would enjoy the attention.

  "Tell him what you saw yesterday," the large man demanded.

  Brad sighed. "You mean when you had her pinned against the back of the coffee truck yesterday while devouring her mouth?"

  Okay.......so apparently he enjoyed t
he attention, Zoe thought, feeling oddly disappointed that there really were no happily married men out there. It didn't leave much hope for someone like her.

  The large man gasped. "You betraying bastard! You saw what she wanted you to see!"

  "Uh huh," Brad said, taking the chair next to her. "Hi, I'm Brad and I'm really sorry about my friend. We're all pretty sure that he's gone insane," he said with an easy smile.

  "Zoe," she said, wondering if she should just leave.

  "Can't you see that I'm in the middle of something?" Jared asked the larger man while he gestured to her.

  "What is more important than making sure that your secretary keeps her dirty little hands off your precious son?" the man demanded, earning sighs of exasperation from both man and a muttered curse.

  "Zoe O'Shea," Jared said, gesturing to the large man, "this is my son Jason, Jason, this is the nice young woman I was trying to interview for the secretary job before you came in here acting like an ass."

  Jason folded his large arms over his chest as he glared down at her. "Will you be able to keep your hands off of me?"

  "I'm pretty sure I can manage that," she said, wondering if the man truly was insane.

  "That's really all I can ask," he said, sighing, sounding completely serious.

  "Don't worry, Zoe, he only works for me during the summer and one weekend a month during the rest of the year," Jared said, picking up the paper Jason slammed on his desk moments earlier and rolling his eyes.

  "And the rest of the time he spends shaping the minds of our youth," Brad said dryly, earning a chuckle from Jared and a glare from Jason.

  "You know I'm going to show your mother this one," Jared said, giving his son a stern look.

  "Shit!" Jason said, reaching out and snatching the piece of paper away. "I should have known you'd take her side!"

  "Are you done interrupting my meeting with Miss. O'Shea?"

  Jason narrowed his eyes on her. "You're taking the job, right?"

  "I guess I-"

  "Good," he said, turning his attention back to his father. "Then fire the other one."

  "I can't fire her. She needs to train Zoe," Jared patiently pointed out even though she couldn't quite remember agreeing to take the job. She didn't know how she felt about working with insane people. Then again she did just spend the last three years working for the soulless.

  "Have mom do it." He gestured lazily to the large Mickey Mouse wall clock. "It's almost twelve o'clock and she's not even here. You should fire her lazy ass."

  "She had a doctor's appointment this morning, you jackass," Jared snapped. "Now stop being such a baby. I'm not firing your wife."

  Zoe felt her eyebrows climb to her hairline. The man was trying to get his wife fired? The man really was insane. Thankfully Brad took pity on her and explained the situation before she tried to come up with an excuse to get the hell out of there.

  "She's seven months pregnant and he doesn't want her working. So everyday he writes her up for sexual harassment or some other bullshit and we all laugh behind his back."

  Oh.......

  That was kind of sweet in a psychotic sort of way.

  "She shouldn't be working," Jason said, glaring at his friend.

  "She likes to keep busy," Jared pointed out.

  Zoe stood up. "Maybe I should step outside," she said, feeling a little awkward.

  "No, that's-"

  "Dad?" a woman called out from the other room, cutting him off. "Could I get a hand? I'm about to drop the plate of brownies I made!"

  The word "brownies" was barely out of the woman's mouth when Jared jumped up from his chair and rushed towards the door the same time Jason turned to leave. Jason was almost at the door when Jared grabbed him by the back of the shirt and yanked him backwards, causing him to stumble. Just before he crashed into her she found herself yanked back and out of the way. As soon as Jason was able to catch his footing he was off and out the door.

  "The most important rule you need to learn if you work here is never come between a Bradford and his food," Brad said, sounding completely serious.

  "Those are my brownies, you bastard!" she heard Jason yell.

  Zoe swallowed. "I guess so," she mumbled, allowing him to steer her out of the office even though part of her thought that maybe it would be safer to hide under the desk until the brownies were gone.

  She received another shock when she walked back into the reception area. When she realized Jason was married she'd automatically assumed he married a tall voluptuous blonde to go along with his ego. What she didn't expect was the short cute chestnut haired woman with glasses and one of the sweetest smiles she'd ever seen. If there was any doubt in her mind that this woman was his wife the look of total adoration he was sending her squashed it. Jason placed a hand on the woman's round stomach as he leaned down and gave her the sweetest kiss Zoe had ever seen.

  "These are so good," Jared practically moaned, drawing her attention.

  She looked over to find Jared standing next to the counter with an adorable baby boy cradled in his arm as he stood protectively in front of a large plate of brownies as he devoured one.

  "Haley, this is Zoe. She was thinking of taking the job until the dumb bastard you married scared the hell out of her," Brad announced, chuckling.

  Haley pushed her glasses up her nose as she glared up at her husband. "What did you do?"

  "Me?" Jason demanded in an innocent tone as he pressed a hand to his chest.

  She glared up at Jason for another minute before turning an expectant look on Brad who was only too happy to tell her.

  "He wrote you up again," Brad said cheerfully.

  "Betraying bastard," Jason mumbled, throwing a glare at Brad that only seemed to make his grin widen.

  She sighed heavily. "The things I put up with," Haley said, walking over to Zoe.

  "Put up with? You adore me, my little grasshopper, and we both know it."

  "Hello, my name is Haley and that little guy is Cole," she said, smiling as she gestured to the baby who was now trying to wrestle a brownie away from Jared. "I would apologize for my husband, but then that's all I'd be doing all day and I really just don't have the time."

  Zoe bit back a smile.

  "Hey!"

  "Zoe, are you interested in the job?" Jared asked around a mouthful of brownie.

  Was she? Despite all the craziness and the frightening revelation that all Bradford's were psycho about their food, at least the males were, she was interested in the job. Whether that was out of desperation or amusement she wasn't sure.

  Chapter 6

  "Let's call it a night, gentlemen!" Carl called out through a bullhorn.

  Trevor shot one last bolt into the metal frame before he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his arm. He looked at his watch and nearly groaned. It figured that the first time they got out on time in weeks and he had a ton of shit to do. He started to make a mental list of all the shit he had to do as he grabbed his tools and headed for the ladder. There was no food in his house, he still had a shit load of laundry to do, and the sink was overflowing with dishes. Looked like he was putting off his haircut for another night, he thought with disgust as he shoved the hair out of his face.

  Maybe he should call his aunt and grovel so that.........

  A huge shit eating grin suddenly tipped his lips when he remembered the deal he'd made with his little tenant this morning. Oh this was fucking perfect, he thought. He had no doubt that she'd take the job he offered her even if his uncle hired her this morning. There was no way he could have missed the excited expression on her face when he pointed out that it would give her extra money, but just in case.....

  He quickly handed over the tools he'd used to one of the supervisors and waited to be signed out. A few minutes later he headed for his truck as he took his phone out. Just when he thought voice mail was about to pick up Zoe answered, sounding out of breath.

  "Hello?"

  "Hey, Zoe. It's me," Trevor said, unl
ocking his door and tossing his tool belt inside the truck.

  "Me who?" Zoe asked, sounding confused.

  That caught him off guard. He couldn't remember having a woman not know it was him when he called. Granted that was probably because they all waited by the phone for his call and expected him, he reassured himself. He was memorable damn it!

  "It's Trevor," he bit out.

  "Oh," she mumbled, sounding even more confused. "How did you get this number?"

  "It was on your rental application," he said, pausing by his door when he spotted his cousin walking towards him. "I just wanted to find out how things with my uncle went today." And of course he wanted to know if she'd done all his grunt work so he could get a haircut, hit the bar and maybe get laid for the first time in a long time, but she didn't need to know all the little details.

  "Hey, Trevor!" Hank, an obnoxious asshole his uncle hired a few years ago, yelled from across the yard as he waved Trevor over. Like most days he simply ignored the jerk. If Trevor was an asshole, and he'd admit that he was, then that prick was the biggest douche bag on earth.

  At least once a week he had to put up with the jerk trying, hell, more like begging him to go hang out with him and pick up women. It was never going to happen. The man looked and acted like a sleazebag and went for anything with a pair of tits and thought that made him king shit and he wanted Trevor along for the ride so that he could get his hands on the type of women that Trevor normally dated, fucking hot and nearly perfect.

  "I got the job!" she said excitedly, grabbing his attention. "I start tomorrow!"

  "That's great," he said, wondering if she used fabric softener in his laundry or if she even did it. Did the woman forget about him and his needs now that she had a job? Kind of inconsiderate of her, he thought, arching a brow when his clearly pissed off cousin walked around his truck and climbed into the passenger side without a word.

  "Is there something you needed? I'm kind of in the middle of putting your groceries away before the ice cream melts," she said absently, he could hear the sounds of plastic bags rustling in the background.