Love Redesigned (Lakefront Billionaires #1) by Lauren Asher

“But do you love it?” She stays quiet as she takes a few more bites of her food.

Not anymore.

As if she can read my mind, she makes a confirmatory noise.

“What?” I ask.

“You don’t seem happy.”

Her acknowledgment shocks me.

She shakes her head. “I thought you were here living your best billionaire life, but honestly, everything about it is kind of pathetic.”

“Gee. Thanks.” I steal a scoopful of her mac and cheese in retribution, earning a little hiss from Dahlia.

She pulls the container farther out of my reach. “I’m not trying to be rude.”

“Yet it seems to be your default setting around me.”

My comment earns me a scowl.

“Your life is…” Her voice drifts off.

“What? Sad? Pathetic? Miserable? Take your pick.”

“Not what I expected,” she whispers.

My throat tightens. “What did you expect?”

“For you to be happy at least.”

“Were you happy before you came here?” My tone comes off more accusatory than neutral.

Her shoulders stiffen. “For a time, yeah.”

My napkin crumples in my tight fist.

Her brows furrow. “Julian…”

I rise in a rush and toss my crushed napkin and fork in the trash.

“Where are you going?” she asks.

“My house.”

She doesn’t need to stand to make me feel small as she asks, “Do you notice how you never call it your home?”

Fuck. Leave it to Dahlia to call me out on such a thing.

Truth is, I don’t have a home, and I have no one to blame but myself. I spend way too much time living in my head, fearing I’ll never be good enough without ever trying to prove to someone that I can be.





CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO


Julian


“Hey, boss. Do you have a minute?” Ryder’s muffled voice seeps through the cracks of my office door.

“Come in,” I call out before locking my computer.

Ryder shuts the door to my office before leaning against it with his arms crossed. “Your family friend has a special request I wanted to run by you.”

Lovely. Ever since last week’s dinner disaster, I have done my best to avoid Dahlia, which is probably why she enlisted Ryder to do her dirty work.

I lean back in my chair. “What does Dahlia want?”

“She’d like to match the original moldings and woodwork that came with the house, but I’m having trouble finding a local carpenter with that kind of skill level who can work with our short time frame.”

“Can we find someone from Detroit to help?”

“She knew you would suggest that.”

I shoot him a look. “Predictability is a sign of stability.”

“And boredom.” He brushes his hand over his buzz cut. “She wanted me to ask if you would be willing to do the work instead. She knows you’re busy—”

“No.”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “But she said—”

“I don’t care what she said. Either she works with whomever you hire or she can scrap her idea altogether.” I type my password, only to screw it up twice from my agitation.

“Got it, boss.” He nods before exiting my office, leaving me to take out my irritation on my keyboard.

The ache in my chest intensifies with each passing minute, and I’m quickly distracted from my work by the thoughts bouncing around my head.

Who does Dahlia think she is, making requests like that despite knowing I don’t do carpentry anymore?

Are you annoyed at her asking for your help, or are you angry at yourself for being too afraid to follow through with her request?

I claimed to have processed my dad’s death and moved on from my past mistakes regarding it, yet when given an opportunity to prove it, I shy away, allowing fear and grief to control my choices.

You’re the one with all the power here.

And that’s what scares me most.



As much as I wanted to avoid the building site and the woman who is working there, a few things needed to be addressed, including a formal introduction to the new team member Ryder hired.

It took him only one day to find me a carpenter fit for Dahlia’s task and only one minute for me to hate him, breaking a new company record.

I glare at the blond, brown-eyed giant from across the lawn, although he is too busy talking to Dahlia to notice me.

Strike one.

“Hey, boss.” Grass crunches beneath Ryder’s work boots.

“Hey.” I turn toward my project manager while keeping the carpenter on my radar. “Where did you find the new guy?”

“He comes highly recommended from someone I know out of Detroit.”

“Hm.”

Ryder shifts his weight. “According to my contact, he does the best woodwork on this side of the state.”

Strike two.

That fact, along with the way he smiles at Dahlia, has me scowling.

Strike three. “Get rid of him.”

Ryder freezes up beside me. “I’m sorry, sir. What?”

“I don’t like him.” God, it sounds as stupid to my own ears as it does aloud.

“Have you met him?”

“Seeing as he is too busy flirting with Dahlia to notice his employer, no.”