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Not that she didn’t enjoy the strong and silent type, but in this particular case, it would have been nice of him to offer some input. She was trying her best to represent the firm, and it was hard to tell if he was going to keep them on when he said next to nothing.
    When they were done with the house, Aidan had walked her to the door, thanked her for her time, and effectively let her know they were done by shutting the door in her face. Okay, that hurt; she couldn’t deny it.
    Now she had to go back to the office and explain to Martha that she had no idea if she’d saved the account or lost it for them. “Damn it,” she muttered as she pulled into the parking lot of Tate Interiors. “I am so screwed.” Why, oh, why hadn’t she just kept her mouth shut? Sure, he had asked her to pick out what was wrong with the house, but maybe she could have just toned it down a bit. After all, a lot of the issues had nothing to do with Sarah and everything to do with the guys on Aidan’s payroll. So she was essentially insulting his company to his face.
    She was so going to be fired.
    Thoughts of what she could do right now to smooth things over with Martha raced through her mind. Maybe she could run to Starbucks and pick up Martha’s favorite latte and a muffin. Martha liked muffins, didn’t she?
    Screwed. Totally screwed.
    Sitting in her car, baking in the hot August sun, probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but the thought of climbing out and walking into the office without knowing what was going to happen wasn’t appealing either. What if Aidan had already called Martha? How many times a day can someone do the execution walk?
    Shoving her car door open, she answered her own question. “At least twice.”
    There was a moment of uncertainty when she considered leaving her briefcase and purse in the car. After all, if she was going to be fired, it would make for less stuff to carry out. But after a few minutes, Zoe decided to stand tall and walk inside as if she had just had the greatest client meeting of her life.
    “Just be positive, just be positive, just be positive,” she chanted softly as she crossed the parking lot, walked into the lobby, and waved to Sheila the receptionist. Just a few more feet and she’d be at her office and…
    “Martha wants to see you, Zoe,” Sheila said pleasantly.
    So close , she thought. Turning, she plastered a fake smile on her face and thanked Sheila for letting her know. Sure, she could pretend she hadn’t heard Sheila and gain a few minutes of peace and quiet before Martha came looking for her, but that was petty and childish and…
    “There you are, Zoe!” Martha called out from across the office.
    Again, so close .
    The desire to drop her head and drag her feet all the way to Martha’s office was strong, but Zoe knew it would gain her no sympathy in this situation. It was time to be a big girl and face the music.
    And then find the radio playing that music and smash it over Aidan Shaughnessy’s head.
    Zoe braced herself and stepped into Martha’s office. “You wanted to see me?”
    “Shut the door, please.”
    Not a good sign.
    Zoe did as she was told, then turned and sat down where Martha gestured.
    “How did the meeting go with Mr. Shaughnessy?”
    Zoe felt like a deer in the headlights for a moment and quickly did her best to mask it. “I think it went well.”
    Martha nodded. “Did the two of you discuss what needed to be changed?”
    That was one way of putting it . “We did a full tour of the house, and all of the issues were pointed out.”
    Eyes narrowing, Martha studied her until Zoe started to squirm. “Hmmm…and how did you feel by the end of the meeting? Is this something you can handle?”
    Unable to speak, Zoe simply nodded.
    Martha sat back in her leather chair and frowned. “Well, honestly, Zoe, I thought you’d have more to say about the whole thing. I mean, Aidan Shaughnessy called here after you left.”
    Zoe cringed. She opened her mouth