Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I dumped my phone back in the console and shifted the car
into gear. “Someone liked the shit I built at your house,” I
replied. “Wanted me to make a treehouse and fountain for their
property.”
“And you said no?”
“I don’t have time for that,” I shot back. “I need to get a
job and figure out what we’re doing.” And then I paused, my
back straightening and understanding dawning on me.
“Ohhhhh.”
“Yeah, dumbass!” she screeched.
He was trying to hire me.
To design and build.
It had never occurred to me whether the features I built at
Winter’s house were any good or not, but I’d had fun planning
them out. I was completely focused on the job at hand, and I
definitely enjoyed doing something where I could be left
alone. To dive into all the little nooks and crannies I still kind
of wanted to spend my life hiding in. Only with her now.
I wouldn’t mind doing that for work if I could. I just hadn’t
thought of it. I had a dozen more blueprints of other designs
when I was brainstorming the builds.
But…
“I can’t work for the people in my own town like I’m a
servant.”
“Ugh.” She rolled her eyes. “First stop Thunder Bay, next
stop world domination. How about that?”
Meaning it was a starting point. It could grow into a lot
more.
A lot more.
But then I remembered.
“I went to jail for a sex crime,” I reminded her. “No one
will want me working around their families.”