“To look at it when it’s finished, to look at it a year from when it’s finished and say, Hey, I did that.”

“Yes. That’s it exactly. I didn’t think you’d understand.”

He shifted, stood hip-shot, and angled his head. “Do you know why I came back to the Valley?”

“I guess I don’t. Not really.”

“Ask me sometime. You want to get that nail gun? We’ll knock this thing out.”

SHE had to admit they worked well together, and he didn’t, as she’d assumed he would, treat her as if she wasn’t capable of handling tools. On the contrary, he took for granted that she was capable.

He did tend to be bossy about certain things. If she started to lift something he deemed too heavy, he snapped out an order for her to leave it be. And he insisted on going down himself to haul up her cooler.

But she overlooked it in the thrill of spreading the glue for the laminate on her first station.

Even with the windows open for ventilation, the fumes were strong.

“Good thing we’re working in small sections,” Brad commented. “If we were doing long stretches of this, without a fan in here, we’d be buzzed before we were finished.”

“I got carried away redoing my kitchen counters at home a couple years ago. Got giddy as a Saturday night drunk and had to go outside and lie down on the grass.”

He studied her face, noted that while she was a little flushed, beautifully so, her eyes were clear. “You start feeling it, let me know.”

“I’m fine.” She touched a fingertip to the glue. “Nearly done here.”

“Too bad. I wouldn’t mind seeing you giddy.”

She shifted her gaze to his as she straightened up from the counter. “Plenty of fresh air in here.”

“You’re a little flushed, though.” He stroked the side of his finger over her cheek. “You have the most incredible skin.”

“It’s, ah, like advertising.” She didn’t know if she’d been flushed before, but she could feel the heat rising now. “I use a lot of the products I’m going to carry. There’s this wonderful serum. It’s time release.”

“Is that so?” His lips curved a little as he trailed that finger down her throat. “Seems to be working.”

“I don’t want to carry anything I don’t believe in.”

“What do you do with your mouth?”

At the question, it dropped open. “What?”

“What do you use? Your lips are soft.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb over them. “Smooth. Tempting.”

“There’s a balm that I—don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Don’t kiss me. I can’t get mixed up this way. And we’ve got work.”

“You’re right about that. But work has to stop sometime. Glue’s probably set up enough. You ready?”

She nodded. Fresh air or not, she was just a little light-headed now. And could put the cause of it solely on him. She imagined he knew it—knew just how those long, deep looks, those casually intimate touches affected a woman.

So she would just have to toughen up against them before they got her in trouble.

Together, they lifted the laminate. It was an exacting process, one that required teamwork and precision to create a smooth surface. Once glue hit glue, there was no turning back.

When it was down, the edges routed smooth, and the clamps tightened every few inches to hold it in place while it set hard, she stepped back.

Yes, it was right, she’d been right to curve the edges, to give it that subtle flow. Simple, practical, yet with a fluidity that gave it a touch of class.

The clients might not notice the details, but they would notice the effect.

“It’s a good look,” Brad said from beside her. “Smart to put the holes in for the cords of those gizmos you people use.”

“They’re called hair dryers and curling irons.”

“Right. The way you’ve got it, the cords won’t be dangling everywhere, tangling up. Gives you an uncluttered look.”

“I want it to seem upscale but relaxed.”

“Just what do you plan to do to people in the other rooms?”

“Oh, secret rituals.” She gave an airy wave of her hand that made him smile. “And when I earn enough to pump some real money back into the place, I’m going to put a Swedish shower and a hydrotherapy tub in the bathroom. Turn it into a kind of water therapy space. But that’s down the road. For now, I’m going to set up to build the second station.”

SHE worked like a Trojan, Brad thought. It was more than knowing what she wanted and how to get it, more even than a willingness to sweat to get it.

It was, under it all, a belief that she had to.

She stopped only to check on her son, to see that he was fed and safe.

By the time they were preparing the laminate for the second station, the others were packing up to call it a day.

Malory popped upstairs and fisted her hands on her hips. “Wow! Every time I walk around this place, there’s something new. Zoe, this is looking great. The colors are just fabulous. This is the station, right?” She walked over to study the completed one. “I can’t believe you built it.”

“I had some help with that.” Absently, she rolled her stiff shoulders as she moved over to join Malory. “It really looks fabulous, doesn’t it? I know I could have bought something for about the same cost, but it wouldn’t have been exactly right. How’s it coming downstairs?”

“Floors are done, kitchen’s painted.” As if she’d just remembered she was still wearing it, Malory tugged off the bright blue kerchief she used to protect her hair. “First coat’s on the cabinets, and the appliances have been scrubbed to within an inch of their lives.”

“I got so involved up here. I should’ve given you and Dana a hand with the kitchen.”

“We had plenty of hands, thanks.” She combed her fingers through her dark blond curls to fluff them. “We’re all heading back to our place for some bucket chicken. You ready to pack it in?”

“Actually, I’d just like to finish this. Just send Simon up here, and we’ll come by a little later.”

“Why don’t I take him with me? He’s already outside fooling around with Flynn and Moe.”