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wasn’t unreasonable to assume that word wouldn’t get back to her.
    Besides, he needed to get this apartment rented out as soon as possible. He’d already listed it as extra income on his loan application. Mr. Babineaux at the bank had encouraged him to provide as many income streams as possible, suggesting that it made Ian a more attractive candidate for a mortgage.
    Ian had been hesitant, because finding a renter had not been the easiest task, especially with all the new apartment complexes coming up in town. It’s why he’d enlisted Vanessa’s help. When he’d tried renting it out on his own, the only takers Ian had found were a loner with bloodshot eyes and a college kid whose clothes reeked of marijuana. He had to be picky when it came to choosing a renter. He wouldn’t have just anyone living so close to Kimmie.
    It wasn’t as if he knew Sonny all that well, but hell, he’d had sex with her in a Volkswagen. That had to count for something.
    It was the something that made him edgy.
    If circumstances were different he would jump at the chance to have Sonny living just steps away from him, but he had to consider the kind of influence his actions had on Kimmie.
    There was a knock on the kitchen door. Ian looked up and let out a soft groan at the sight of the wild Afro silhouetted behind the burnt orange curtains. His fingers were itching to sink into that ‘fro again. To hold her head steady as she rode him hard and fast…
    Shit!
    He could not entertain thoughts like this with his baby sister only one room away.
    He sucked in a deep breath and opened the door. Sonny remained on the other side of the threshold.
    “Um, you mind if I come in?” she asked.
    “Oh, yeah, sure.” He moved out of the doorway so that she could enter. “Sorry about that.”
    “It’s okay,” she said as she moved passed him. Her unique scent wafted through his nostrils and his body stirred to life. Goodness. Just being in the same room with this woman set his blood on fire.
    Sonny walked over to the kitchen island in the center of the room.
    Ian debated feeding her the mysterious other renter story for a half second before tossing the idea out.
    “So, what do you think?” he asked.
    She clasped her hands together and stretched them out in front of her before letting them fall back to her thighs. “It’s perfect,” she said. “It really is. It’s just enough space, it’s close to work, and it’s within my budget. It’s exactly what I was looking for.”
    Great. There was no way he could tell her no now, not with the excitement glittering in her eyes.
    “Good.” Ian nodded. “Yeah…that’s good.”
    Kimmie swept into the kitchen, robot in one hand, video camera in the other. She charged up to Madison like a bull on a wavy red flag.
    “So, are you staying?” Kimmie asked. “I hope you do. But I want to move into the garage when I’m sixteen, so you’d have to be out in three years. By the way, this is my robot, Fitzgerald. I call him Fitz, for short. I built him for my science project. Well, technically, Ian built him, but I helped a lot and I know exactly how he works so when it’s time to present him at the science fair, no one will know that I didn’t actually build him. So, are you going to rent the apartment?”
    Sonny’s face held the shell-shocked expression Ian had grown used to seeing on anyone who encountered Kimmie for the first time.
    “Uh, I would like to,” Sonny said.
    “Awesome. If you do, can I please, please, please borrow those bangles? Those are in now. When I say ‘in’ I mean that they’re in-style. It’s like when old stuff becomes popular again. And those are—”
    “Kimberlyn,” Ian said, a hint of warning in his tone.
    “It’s okay,” Sonny said, laughing. “These happen to be vintage. I get a lot of my clothes from consignment shops and thrift stores. You can find all kinds of old stuff that’s become popular again.”
    “Oh my God! Can we go shopping?” Kimmie asked,