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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
the 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