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slightly.
    Okay. Apparently someone couldn’t take a joke .
    Sonny cleared her throat. “Can I see the apartment?”
    Several heartbeats passed before he nodded and took a step back.
    “Yeah, sure. Of course.” He gestured for her to enter the house ahead of him. “Let me just get the key.”
    She stepped into the brief foyer that led into an open living room and dining room area, separated by three white columns. The house was beautiful. A bit messy, with several pairs of tennis shoes kicked off haphazardly next to the sofa, magazines scattered on the end table, and a jacket tossed in a chair. But it was tastefully decorated and had the kind of live-in feel that the cavernous mansion she’d grown up in could never attain.
    Ian appeared in the short hallway, keys dangling from his finger, and motioned for her to follow him. “Let’s go through the kitchen. It’s easier to get to the garage.”
    Sonny swallowed her envious sigh as she followed him through the kitchen. The massive amount of counter space was a pastry chef’s wet dream. The center island boasted a single sink with a towering gooseneck faucet. Cast-iron pots and pans hung from a rack above it. She wondered if they were just for show or if Ian actually cooked.
    Sonny was suddenly struck by the absurdity of this entire situation. She knew how his eyes fluttered closed when he orgasmed, but she didn’t know if he liked to cook.
    Why did she think a one-night stand wouldn’t be a big deal?
    She decided to cut herself some slack. She could not possibly have guessed that the one guy in Maplesville whom she’d allowed herself to sleep with would turn out to be her potential landlord. She knew this town was small but she couldn’t have ever anticipated it being this small.
    Ian led her across the driveway to the garage, which they entered through a side door. Instead of a car, there were at least a half-dozen motorcycles occupying the space. Two were covered with light brown tarps. Several others lay on their sides, parts strewn about them on the garage floor. The last one—a huge, gleaming machine of polished black and chrome—sat uncovered in the middle of the space.
    “You like bikes,” Sonny observed.
    Ian looked over his shoulder at the collection of motorcycles. “Yeah,” was all he said.
    She stopped short, her spine stiffening with affront.
    She didn’t know what to make of his terse responses. It was as if he’d become an entirely different person after her off-hand suggestion about sneaking into each other’s rooms. Maybe she should clarify that it was just a joke?
    Okay, so maybe there’d been a touch of truth to it when she’d suggested it, but Sonny would never admit to that now. Not with the way he’d reacted. This aloof, unapproachable person he’d turned into following her joke was so different from the guy she’d met last night.
    He started up the interior steps leading to the apartment, but Sonny stopped him, grabbing his wrist. He looked down at where she held him. She waited until his eyes met hers again before she spoke.
    “Ian, let me know if this is too awkward for you. I’m really interested in this apartment—there are a number of reasons why it is absolutely perfect for me—but if this is too uncomfortable for you I’ll understand.”
    He hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. “No, we’re good,” he said, and continued up the stairs.
    She wasn’t sure how much she believed that, but if that’s what he needed to tell himself to make this okay, so be it.
    The stairs led directly into the studio apartment. The moment she entered the space, Sonny knew this was exactly where she wanted to live.
    It was more spacious than she’d anticipated, with two large windows overlooking the driveway, allowing ample natural sunlight to flood the apartment. A small kitchen was tucked into the back right corner; equipped with a two-burner stove, single sink, microwave and full-sized refrigerator.
    “There’s not