decent amount of her men
already working on gutting the first floor and tearing down the old
grand staircase. Her men knew what was expected of them. When
things needed to be done they did them without having to be told.
It was one of the benefits that she found from treating her men
like equals and making sure they knew the game plan from start to
finish and she kept them updated of any changes.
She wasn't too surprised to find a few of
Connor's men standing around, talking. Honestly, she didn't know
how he built the reputation he had by having slackers work for him.
The majority of his men were hard workers, but the rest of them
left a lot to be desired. From what she'd seen it was his friends,
the men he'd made foreman, who caused most of the problems.
When Connor wasn't around they seemed to
give up the pretense of working, instead choosing to hang out while
the rest of the men worked. Connor must have to micromanage the
hell out of each project, she realized, nearly wincing in sympathy
for the man. She couldn't imagine the kind of time and effort it
would take to go around supervising each part of the job and having
to take the time out of her day to explain each and every job as it
came up. She didn't have time for that nonsense.
"Gentlemen," she said, gesturing to the men
standing in the foyer and getting in the way of the men working,
"if you're not working then you need to leave the site."
"We're waiting for Connor," Andrew, Connor's
oldest friend and one of the biggest assholes she'd ever met,
explained.
She hadn't liked the jerk back in school
when he was nothing more than one of Connor's lackeys and she sure
as hell didn't like him now. He was cocky, arrogant and lazy. As
much as she hated Connor, and dear god did she hate the life
ruining bastard, she thought he could do better. She wasn't sure
why the man kept this asshole in his life for so long, but that was
his problem. As long as they didn't interfere with this project she
didn't care what they did.
"Then wait for him outside," she said,
gesturing to the wide open battered doors that were going to have
to be replaced sometime today since construction sites had the
unfortunate luck of drawing vandals.
With a nod, they headed for the door. They'd
probably bitch and moan to Connor the next time they saw him, not
that the man was going to need much encouragement to flip out on
her. The last time she checked on him, he was making all sorts of
promises to her ass that didn't sound like fun for her so she left
him where he was.........
After she taunted him one more time of
course.
Not only had she gotten back at Connor first
thing in the morning, but she'd made damn sure that he wouldn't be
bothering her for at least a day....or two. She'd definitely have
to let him go before the forty-eight hour mark passed just so she
could avoid someone filing a missing person's report on him since
the last time that happened hadn't exactly ended well for her.
Then again the judge clearly agreed with her
that the circumstances of his "imprisonment," weren't really her
fault. No one had forced Connor to follow her into the old shed on
the back of her uncle’s property. Just because she might have
“accidentally” locked the padlock and ignored his demands to
release him didn't make her responsible.
Of course, the judge may have thrown the
case out because they'd only been seven at the time and he had kind
of asked for it by chasing her with his pet python. It also didn't
hurt that the judge thought that Connor's mother had overreacted to
the whole thing. Not really a big surprise since the woman always
overreacted to everything that involved the two of them.
It didn't matter whose fault it really was,
it was always Rory James' fault according to Janice O'Neil. Her son
was a perfect angel and only acted up because of Rory. It never
mattered how many witnesses there were or if the incident had been
captured on camera, it was Rory James' fault and Janice made
already working on gutting the first floor and tearing down the old
grand staircase. Her men knew what was expected of them. When
things needed to be done they did them without having to be told.
It was one of the benefits that she found from treating her men
like equals and making sure they knew the game plan from start to
finish and she kept them updated of any changes.
She wasn't too surprised to find a few of
Connor's men standing around, talking. Honestly, she didn't know
how he built the reputation he had by having slackers work for him.
The majority of his men were hard workers, but the rest of them
left a lot to be desired. From what she'd seen it was his friends,
the men he'd made foreman, who caused most of the problems.
When Connor wasn't around they seemed to
give up the pretense of working, instead choosing to hang out while
the rest of the men worked. Connor must have to micromanage the
hell out of each project, she realized, nearly wincing in sympathy
for the man. She couldn't imagine the kind of time and effort it
would take to go around supervising each part of the job and having
to take the time out of her day to explain each and every job as it
came up. She didn't have time for that nonsense.
"Gentlemen," she said, gesturing to the men
standing in the foyer and getting in the way of the men working,
"if you're not working then you need to leave the site."
"We're waiting for Connor," Andrew, Connor's
oldest friend and one of the biggest assholes she'd ever met,
explained.
She hadn't liked the jerk back in school
when he was nothing more than one of Connor's lackeys and she sure
as hell didn't like him now. He was cocky, arrogant and lazy. As
much as she hated Connor, and dear god did she hate the life
ruining bastard, she thought he could do better. She wasn't sure
why the man kept this asshole in his life for so long, but that was
his problem. As long as they didn't interfere with this project she
didn't care what they did.
"Then wait for him outside," she said,
gesturing to the wide open battered doors that were going to have
to be replaced sometime today since construction sites had the
unfortunate luck of drawing vandals.
With a nod, they headed for the door. They'd
probably bitch and moan to Connor the next time they saw him, not
that the man was going to need much encouragement to flip out on
her. The last time she checked on him, he was making all sorts of
promises to her ass that didn't sound like fun for her so she left
him where he was.........
After she taunted him one more time of
course.
Not only had she gotten back at Connor first
thing in the morning, but she'd made damn sure that he wouldn't be
bothering her for at least a day....or two. She'd definitely have
to let him go before the forty-eight hour mark passed just so she
could avoid someone filing a missing person's report on him since
the last time that happened hadn't exactly ended well for her.
Then again the judge clearly agreed with her
that the circumstances of his "imprisonment," weren't really her
fault. No one had forced Connor to follow her into the old shed on
the back of her uncle’s property. Just because she might have
“accidentally” locked the padlock and ignored his demands to
release him didn't make her responsible.
Of course, the judge may have thrown the
case out because they'd only been seven at the time and he had kind
of asked for it by chasing her with his pet python. It also didn't
hurt that the judge thought that Connor's mother had overreacted to
the whole thing. Not really a big surprise since the woman always
overreacted to everything that involved the two of them.
It didn't matter whose fault it really was,
it was always Rory James' fault according to Janice O'Neil. Her son
was a perfect angel and only acted up because of Rory. It never
mattered how many witnesses there were or if the incident had been
captured on camera, it was Rory James' fault and Janice made
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