Matched

"Not, helping." he growled.

"Oh, don't be mad, it's a complement! They think your hot. Their happy that you came. Marty's been talking about us." she said.

he raised an eyebrow. "Really?" he asked.

Katy made a sound and rolled her eyes. "Get in the car." she said. "Tomorrow you can take me to your job, if you want." she said.

"OK." he said, "and we're going now, not tomorrow." he smiled evily.

"Your an evil man." she laughed.

"I got a few houses to check on." He smiled. He drove to the first house that was closest to them and got out opening her car door and then walking threw the house. A few of the workers did a cat call to be cut off by a glare.

"Heya Tyrel!" Jake, the formen for this job said walking over.

"Jake." Tyrel looked around. "Looks pretty good, there are a few foundation errors that can be fixed with a few posts, but they need to be fixed."

"I saw them a few minutes ago, guy that laid hte foundation has been fired. THis is the third time. Figured he'd better learn under someone else. We talked to the owners and they are fine with us just putting in a few posts." Jake glanced at Katy. "You must be the new wife."

"Katy, this is Jake, one of the formens that I send on top jobs." Tyreld smiled.

"We practically started the company together, Tyrel, me, and Colton Johnson. I get the jobs, Tyrel get's to make sure everything is done right, and Colton get's the publicity. We get equal share. And man was it worth it." Jake smiled.

Katy smiled at Jake. "Hi." it wasn't a shy one either, it was one that could turn someone into butter.

"Well... It's great you two are together." Jake babbled.

which only made Kaaty smile more.

"Let's go meet some of the others." Tyrel said, as if he really didn't want to.

"Hey, Tyrel." Most of the workers said as he passed by.

"Who's the pretty lady?" a couple of them asked.

There were alot of workers. Katy noted.

After they checked the house he took her to one of the other construction sites. This house was mostly done.

"Tyrel! Little help!" A worker called. He hurried over and helepd carry a board and then lift it up into place. He let them nail it in then he walked to another room where the pain was being applied.

"Make sure the roof gets cleaned on this corner." He toled the painter.

"Where?" The painter asked walking over. Tyrel motioned to a spot on the roof. "Did'nt see that. THanks." Tyrel nodded and slipped into another room Katy staying with him.

"Hey, there's a problem wiht the attic." Jamie, the formen, called. He walked voer and looked. "SOmeone went back over the blue prints and changed it. They don't work with the floor plan at all."

"Don't do any work on it and go to the owners, have them go over it and see what they want to do." He rpelied. "I want them happy."

"Got it. This the wife?"

"Jamie, this is Katy. Katy this is another of my foremen Jamie." He said. Jamie took a dramatic bow then went back to the blue prints.

Katy looked around, sweat shop.

"You thought my job was bad." she laughed. "This is like beyond a horrible sweat shop." she said staring up at him.

He looked down at her. "Your job IS bad! And plus itsnota sweat shop, it's a construction area." he corrected.

"Did you just say its snot?" she laughed.

"Katy..." he growled.

"Yes, DARLING?" she joked, trying to not feel so small because of how he had to look down to see her, or angle his head. He might as well be a giant, and she might as well be a leprican.

"I'm going to spank you again." He said pulling her close.

She looked up at him. "You do, you die, buster." she glared.

Tyrel finally took her back to the truck where he climbed in the driver's seat.

"It's not a sweat shop." He replied as he turned and drove towards home puttin ghteir hard hats in the back of the cab.

"Yes it is!" She replied.

"Why do you think it's a sweat shop?" He asked.

Katy put her feet on the dash board and laughed. "Why ISN'T it a sweat shop? People are sweating!" she said.

He looked at her, "baby, not all of jobs in the world are putting on make-up." he said.

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Just sayin, some of us have to work up a sweat so that you can live under a roof." he rpelied.

"You don't seem to be working." SHe rpelied.

"I would've, but I didn't want to leave you somewhere and didn't figure you wanted to be there til dark." He replied. "I have work to do on our house anyways."

She rolled her eyes. "Forget about the house."

"Why? We have to live in it." he said.

"Well, not for that long. Plus we need to find a couch or beds or something. I don't want to sit on the floor forever." she said.

"You go find that stuff, I'll fix up the house. I don't care if we'll be there for a while. I work with construction. I'm not about to live in a house that is falling apart." He replied.

"You should be working so we can afford a couch and stuff." She repleid.

"We can afford it." he repleid.

Katy sighed, ok so maybe he had a point. When they got home it was already time to sleep, almost. Katy started getting things out of the pantry.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Cooking?" she said.

"You cook?" he asked.

She glared. "You know just because my family was rich doesn't mean that I can't cook." she said, trying to sound offended.

"I didn't say that." he said.

She put her hands on her hips and stared at him, not being able to hide her smile. "What are trying to say?" she said looking up at him.

"Just that I didn't know you could cook." he replied turning away and grabbing some pencils and graph paper. "I got stuff to design."

"For waht?"

"For our house, and then a new house lay out to put out on the market." He replied. "I have a family requesting something different for their house."

"OK, well I'm gonna be right back." she said.

"What about the food?" he asked.

"Oh, yes well... You've been off constuction for a while. You kind of getting a little chubby." she smiled as she pinched some skin, not fat above his hip. "I'll be back when I'm back. I have my cell on me so, go ahead and call me when you want." she said.

Tyrel rolled his eyes and finished drawing a floor plan.

*I've nothing*

**Shall we time skip? About a month, so it wold probably be july**

"I said I was sorry, but you have to admit it WAS kind of funny." Katy said walking in behind him, little dropplets of paint following them.

Tyrel turned on her glaring. "There is NOTHING funny about falling off a roof, falling on the ground, and getting paint spilled all over you, Katy." he said.

"Well, I'm in the same position." she smiled a little bit.

"Oh, how can I forget? You fell ontop of me when the paint came crashing down.

"I told you it was a stupid idea to leave me to paint the house." she laughed at him, she had little speckles of black on her face and he was entirely covered in white.

He glared, and she laughed. "Oh, don't be mad. I think it was funny." she said reaching up on her tip toes to kiss him.

"Ha, ha." he replied sarcasticly.