“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. He stood protectively in front of a large plate of brownies as he devoured one.
“Haley, this is Zoe. She was thinking about 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 innocently as he pressed a hand against 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, shooting Brad a glare 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,” Haley 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 the frightening revelation that all Bradfords 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 announced 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 was the day that he had a ton of shit to do. He started to make a mental list of all the shit that 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 shitload of laundry to do, and the sink was overflowing with dishes. Looked like he was putting off his haircut for another night, Trevor 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, Trevor thought. There was no doubt that she’d take the job he’d offered her even if his uncle hired her this morning. There was no way that he could have missed the excited expression on her face when he’d 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 of his back pocket. Just when he thought voicemail was about to pick up, Zoe answered, sounding out of breath.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Zoe. It’s me,” Trevor said, unlocking his door and tossing his tool belt in the back.
“Me, who?” Zoe asked, sounding confused.
That caught him off guard. He couldn’t remember a woman not knowing that it was him when he called before. Granted, that was probably because they all waited by the phone for him to call, Trevor reassured himself. He was memorable, damn it!
“It’s Trevor,” he bit out.
“Oh,” Zoe mumbled, sounding even more confused. “How did you get this number?”
“It was on your rental application,” Trevor said, pausing by the driver’s side door when he spotted his cousin walking towards him. “I just wanted to find out how things went with my uncle today.” And, of course, he wanted to know if she’d done all his grunt work so that 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 freely admit that he was, then Hank was the biggest douchebag on earth.
At least once a week, Trevor had to put up with the jerk trying, hell, more like begging him to 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. He thought getting laid by a bar skank made him king shit. He wanted Trevor along for the ride so that he could get his hands on the type of woman that Trevor normally dated, fucking hot and nearly perfect.
