Everywhere and Every Way - Jennifer Probst Page 0,26
inside the conference room and the four men stood up from the table, Morgan finally understood.
She was a bit . . . overwhelmed.
Morgan straightened to her wimpy five-foot-three height—thank goodness for heels—and tried to pretend standing in the doorway while four ridiculously gorgeous men focused their laser-like gazes on her was a common occurrence.
The powerful presence of sheer male command radiated around them in waves that would batter an onlooker. She pegged the three brothers right away. Their shared blood was obvious, sketched out in the same full lines of the mouth, sharp jaws, and intensity radiating from their almond-shaped eyes. But each held his own individual brand of heat. Morgan bet when these three walked out of a bar, there wasn’t a woman left behind with dry panties. The final man must be Brady, the architect, since he was a few inches shorter and sported a dark Latino look to round out the ridiculous sexiness contained within four walls.
Morgan wished she’d taken the water Sydney had offered.
Caleb motioned her in. “Morgan, welcome. I want you to meet the team. This is Dalton, Tristan, and Brady.”
Her silver bangles jingled as she shook each of their hands, trying to exhibit cool professionalism while her heart thundered in her chest like American Pharoah winning the Triple Crown. “Nice to meet you,” she murmured to each of them before sliding gratefully into the oversize butter leather chair and gaining a bit of distance. “I’m looking forward to working with all of you.”
Caleb sat next to her. “We’re all excited about this project,” he said smoothly. Was there a glint of amusement in his eyes or was it just a trick of the light? Did his brothers know she had kind of blackmailed him into taking the job?
The men remained silent, studying her face. Morgan refused to fidget and stared back, as quietly stubborn as they were. One of them had to speak first, or the initial rules would favor them as boss, not her. The clock ticked, and suddenly Brady let out a deep growl of laughter.
“I do respect a woman who can hold her tongue,” he said. “I think I’m going to enjoy working with you.”
“I hope so,” she said. “A man who can wait for someone else to speak is a beautiful thing. This may be a fine partnership.”
Ah, there it was. Dalton and Tristan relaxed a bit at her ability to hold her own and have a sense of humor. The job site was stressful, and usually everyone was worried about having a personality glitch. It made for a long, painful process. Brady laughed again. “Agreed. Morgan, I went over the plans and they’re solid. Your initial architect did a great job. I had a few tweaks to suggest, going with staircase placement and the film room location.”
He motioned toward the plans, which contained the original and the markups. She tapped the paper. “This won’t be grand enough for the Rosenthals. They want a classic spiral splitting the foyer so it’s the main focus when you enter the house.”
Brady made faint pencil marks to the left of the oversize entranceway. “Yes, but many of the features in the house are a bit quirky. This isn’t the standard luxury mansion, and your client may benefit from having the staircase completely shifted off center.” He grabbed a scrap sheet of paper and began drawing. “We make it curve into one main horseshoe and do stone instead of wood.” His pencil scratched furiously. “The dimensions can still work, but we open up the main living room for more space, put the chandelier here, and give it more of a wow factor. By using stone and wood, we give it a more majestic look. Then do a bigger hallway, which looks more like a floating loft.”
Dalton leaned over to watch Brady sketch out the new staircase. “Bluestone is done for outside work, but for this short piece it may work. Combine it with a dark wood with some gray tones and you have the perfect dynamic.”
Fascinated, she watched as the house transformed into something she’d never seen before. Excitement slithered through her blood as the new shape took place and her mind sifted through updated design ideas. “Can you make this actually work? I’ve never seen it done before.”
Brady and Dalton shared a smug look. “Yep,” Brady said. “More money, though.”
Caleb lifted a brow. “Pity,” he drawled.
Morgan shook her head. “This increase is worth it.”