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on the drive over. While it was good to have the background information, she wasn’t sure how helpful that would be in dealing with the man himself.
    After perusing Sarah’s project files, Zoe could see what Sarah had done with the colors and finishes on the first model home. It didn’t sound so bad, but Zoe wasn’t foolish enough to believe it was going to be an easy fix. She had a feeling that paint color was only the tip of the iceberg.
    As Zoe had left for her meeting, Martha had warned her that no matter what Mr. Shaughnessy wanted done to that house, she needed to make it right. Zoe wasn’t to argue.
    Zoe frowned. It wasn’t like she argued with clients.
    Much.
    Her GPS signaled that she had arrived at her destination—ten minutes early, thank you very much—and the sight before her took her breath away. After parking the car, she slowly got out and removed her sunglasses.
    “Stunning.” The word was a mere whisper from her lips. She’d done her fair share of work with architects, builders, and your everyday home owners, but never before had she seen a home that just drew you in like this one.
    The landscaping was immaculate: vivid colors mixed with the perfect amount of greenery. For a moment Zoe would have sworn the plants were fake. Crouching down, she touched the leaves on some of the flowers just to make sure. The lawn felt like some sort of plush carpeting, and she itched to kick off her shoes and feel it on her bare feet. It wasn’t as soft as the sand surrounding the beach house she was renting, but this was a pretty close second. She wouldn’t mind walking outside to something like this every day.
    Maybe someday.
    The stonework on the front of the house was perfect, and the color of it complemented the siding beautifully. All the windows were top of the line and beckoned you to come inside.
    But not before stopping on the wraparound porch and maybe spending a few minutes on the swing.
    She sighed. She actually stopped and sighed.
    The low, white picket fence around the front yard kept it separate from the work sites around it, like an oasis in the middle of a combat zone. Standing in the middle of the lawn, you could almost overlook the chaos going on around it.
    Zoe, however, knew the real battleground was inside the house.
    Standing, she gave the yard one last smile before walking up to the front door. It was like walking to an execution, and her feet suddenly felt filled with lead. Taking a fortifying breath, she gripped the doorknob and walked inside.
    The spacious entryway led into a wide-open floor plan. The floors were real hardwoods—not engineered—and the dark finish shone like polished glass. Zoe looked down to see if she could catch her reflection. She was about to call out and announce her presence, but her decorator instincts took over and she crouched down one more time to run her hands over the floor.
    “Like silk,” she said softly, loving the feel of the wood beneath her hands.
    “That’s what I was going for,” a deep male voice said from a few feet away.
    Aidan had been watching this woman since her arrival. It hadn’t been intentional, but he had been in one of the upstairs bedrooms when he saw her car pull up, and had watched in fascination as she inspected the yard. While he felt mildly guilty for causing the other decorator to lose her job, he couldn’t help but be intrigued by her replacement. From what he’d observed so far, this woman was somebody who took notice of details. It wasn’t hard to see the appreciation in her eyes as she looked at the house.
    And he couldn’t help but look at her with appreciation. The woman before him had fiery-red curly hair and a body with the kind of curves that made a man want to…scratch an itch. Damn it . This was so not the time for that thought to come to mind. As she straightened before him, he had to admit she was even more stunning up close. Tall. In heels, she was maybe only four inches shorter than him, and that was