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and I'll be showing you the apartments today. I think you and your husband will be most impressed."
    He looks towards Brody. What? He thinks I'm married to Brody. I only just met him about forty eight hours ago. Just as I’m about to correct him and tell him Brody and I are just friends, Brody holds out his hand and introduces himself.
    "Brody Cooper. So, which apartment are we going to first?"
    Mr. Smith looks between Brody and I, his face holding a slight frown as he responds to Brody's question.
    "I was thinking we could head to Seventh Street first."
     
    Walking up the stairs to the first apartment I stand behind Brody. I gently tug on his shirt and he turns slightly to look at me. Ushering him closer I whisper "Can you do all the talking please I feel uncomfortable around him." Brody smiles at me, his grey eyes softening. I can just imagine the feeling of his arms around me, telling me everything is going to be okay.
    "Sure." Walking into the apartment I listen to Mr. Smith speak as I look around.
    "This is a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment. The kitchen is cosy and has a beautiful window facing outside."
    Looking at the kitchen I see that the window is facing the neighboring apartment. All I see is bricks. There are two cupboards, nowhere to put pots and pans and the tap is leaking.
    "And what about parking spaces?" Brody questions.
    "Unfortunately there are none. Only off street, however the bedroom has a built in wardrobe."
    I walk towards the bedroom leaving Brody to look around the morbid, tiny lounge room. The bedroom is a dirty looking beige; the wardrobe would only just fit me in there. Walking out I look at Brody and shake my head, I don't need to see anymore. Brody nods and turns to Mr. Smith.
    "Mr. Smith, let's see the next house."
     
    Walking out of the last house I feel so disappointed. I plaster on a fake smile and look at Mr. Smith "I'll let you know by next week if I want any of the apartments."
    His eyes drift slowly down my body.
    "Here's my card, I look forward to hearing from you."
    I just stare at him but I have no words. What a sleaze ball. Turning my back on him I walk over to Brody who is standing by his bike.
    "And which one did you take."
    Shaking my head I looked at Brody "None, I hated them all but I told him I would let him know next week and I think you were right about Mr Creepy."
    "No shit Ava, I don't think you should take any of these, just give me a second I'm just going to make a call."
    Brody walks away and leaves me with the bike. Watching his fine backside walk away, he digs his hand into his pocket. Bringing the phone to his ear I admire his body. He is tall I think about six foot, on his upper left arm the bottom of his guitar tattoo is exposed and on his right forearm he has words written across it. I think its lyrics. Just then Brody turns and looks at me he has a smile on his face I wonder what he's doing. Walking over to me his smile gets bigger.
    "I may have found you a place."
    "What? How?"
    "I just rang my manager and he's looking for an apartment for you in Santa Monica."
    I frown slightly but he jumps in before I can argue.
    "It'll be nice I promise, I told him it has to be up to my standard."
    I am speechless he really didn't have to do that for me. "Thanks, you didn't have to do that."
    "I know but you didn't like any of the horrible apartments today and besides I didn't like the idea of the realtor knowing where you live, he's a creep. By the way I asked Travis to find you a furnished place so you didn't have to find all that in two weeks as well."
    Now I really have nothing to say how can someone I just met do all of that for me.
    Stepping closer to him his eyes deepen. I do the only thing I know what to do at a time like this. Hug him. I wrap my small arms around his body; he responds and places his arms around me. "Thank you." His body is so hard against mine but yet I fit perfectly against him.

Brody
    I know that I should let her go. I need to, for my own