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apartment. In addition to being fully furnished, this place was less than a ten-minute drive to Catering by Kiera, the local catering company where tomorrow she would start as the new pastry chef. She and the owner, Kiera Coleman-Watson, had agreed to a trial run, which suited Sonny just fine. The thought of being tied down in a job—even one she liked—made Sonny’s skin crawl. She needed flexibility, to know that freedom wasn’t far out of reach.
    And it was that flexibility that was, by far, the apartment’s biggest draw. It was the only one she could find in Maplesville that offered a month-to-month lease.
    Shutting off the ignition, Sonny got out of the car and walked up the walkway leading to the porch. It was cozy and quaint, with two white wooden rockers on either side of the door. The rockers seemed like a requisite for this kind of house. The Society of French Colonials would probably levy a fine on anyone who didn’t put white wooden rockers on their porches.
    She rang the doorbell and took a step back, looking both left and right off the side of the porch at the pink and white begonias flourishing on either side of the house. Her mother called begonias the landscaper’s friend, because they were so easy to maintain.
    The front door opened and Sonny lost her ability to breathe.
    “Madison?”
    “Ian?”
    For a second she was certain Candid Camera would jump from behind the huge azalea bush on the right side of the porch.
    This could not be happening .
    “What are you doing here?” Ian asked, stepping out onto the porch.
    Sonny held up her phone. “Answering an ad from Craigslist. Yesterday I set up an appointment with someone named Vanessa Chauvin to see the garage apartment at this address.”
    His amber-green eyes went wide. “Vanessa couldn’t make it, so I told her I’d show the apartment myself.”
    “ You own the apartment?”
    “You’re the person who answered the ad? Vanessa said the renter’s name was Sonny.”
    “Yes. I’m Sonny. That’s my nickname. There are only a few people who call me Madison anymore.”
    Ian took a step back, as if he’d had the wind knocked out of him a second time. “So, you pulled the old fake name trick last night, huh?”
    “I didn’t give you a fake name. Madison is my name, but I go by Sonny.”
    He ran his hand over his head and down his face, then released an uneasy laugh. “This is crazy,” he said. “You’re here to see the apartment.”
    God, this really was happening.
    Sonny’s first instinct was to do an about-face and hightail it off of the porch, but she wanted this apartment. She needed this apartment.
    They were adults. They would just have to deal.
    “Look, Ian, this doesn’t have to be weird. We can just pretend last night never happened and start fresh.”
    She held out her hand.
    His eyes traveled from her hand up to her eyes, and a current of desire flashed through her. Less than twelve hours ago those ridiculously sexy eyes had stared at her, drenched in desire as his rock hard body penetrated her over and over again. Pretending last night didn’t happen was an exercise in futility, but one she was willing to endure if it meant getting this apartment.
    “You really think that’s possible?” he asked. “Pretending last night never happened?”
    “It is if we try hard enough.”
    With a subtle huff of laughter, Ian finally clasped her outstretched hand. Electricity pulsed between them. He felt it, too. Sonny could tell by the way he flexed his fingers once he released her hand, as if he was trying to shake off the effects of their skin meeting again.
    Yeah, pretending last night never happened probably wouldn’t work.
    “Of course, if we can avoid being seen by the neighbors I guess we can occasionally give in to the temptation of sneaking into each other’s rooms at night,” Sonny said with a nervous laugh.
    Instead of answering with the suggestive reply she anticipated, Ian remained silent. His brow furrowed