She might as well not even be there. Well, she would fix that, right this minute.
She marched over until her shadow fell across the board and the template Brad was following. He glanced up, gave her a little head jerk to indicate she was in his light.
She stood her ground.
"I want to know what you're doing."
"Hold on a minute," he shouted right back at her, and finished running the blade through the board. He turned off the saw, shoved up his safety goggles.
"Your laminate came in."
"I want—my laminate?" The thrill of that had her spinning around in the direction he pointed. And there it was, that wonderful bold green. "It's perfect. I knew it would be perfect. It wasn't supposed to come in until next week."
"Got in early." He'd put a rush on it. "We ought to be able to have a couple of these done today."
"I don't expect you to—"
"Hi, Zo." Flynn set the nail gun down, grinned up at her. "What do you think?"
"I think it's really nice of you to pitch in this way. Give up your Saturday and all. But I can do this if you want to… do something else."
"We've got a good start on it." He glanced past her. "Where are the big dog and the small boy?"
"They're out back. I didn't know what to do with them."
"Plenty of room to run around out there. I'll go check on them." Flynn got to his feet. "Want coffee when I come back?"
"Only if you didn't make it," Brad told him.
"Ingrate." Flynn gave Zoe a wink, then left them alone.
"I don't want you to—"
"You've got a good design," Brad interrupted. "For your stations. Neat and simple. It's easy to follow your plans, get a good sense of what you have in mind."
She folded her arms. "I didn't expect anybody would have to follow them."
"You do good work." He paused a beat while she stared at him. "Careful planning, good choices, a flair for design. Any reason why you have to do everything yourself?"
"No. You just shouldn't feel obligated, that's all."
He lifted an eyebrow. "Ingrate."
Defeated, she let out a half laugh. "Maybe it's more that I know what kind of work I do, but I don't know if you're any good." She walked around the base of the counter he was finishing for her. "I guess you do okay."
"My granddaddy'd be so proud to hear that." With the wood between them, she gave him a quick, easy smile. "I want to cut the laminate myself. I just want to be able to…"
'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 mink 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."