bouncing like she had springs in her feet. “Ian has horrible taste and he won’t let me buy anything that’s in style. It’s so—”
“Kimmie, go back to your science project,” Ian said.
She looked over at him with the annoyed pre-teen eye-roll she’d perfected over the past couple of years. “Fine,” she said.
Ian usually called her on the attitude, but right now he just wanted to get her out of the room.
Once she was gone, he wanted to call her back. He hadn’t realized just how much of a buffer Kimmie and her insistent chatter had brought. Standing in his kitchen alone with Sonny was an exercise in awkwardness.
“So, the apartment will work for you?” Ian asked.
“Yes. As I mentioned before, I love the size, and the flexible lease agreement is perfect.”
And if he counted the steps, Ian was sure it would take less than a hundred of them to get from his bed to hers. The temptation would be so great he wasn’t sure how he’d be able to fight it.
“Look, Madison—”
“Sonny,” she interrupted. “I usually go by Sonny.”
“Yeah, well, when I read the name Sonny in Vanessa’s e-mail, I pictured a fat, balding middle-aged guy who’d finally been tossed out of his mom’s basement. It may take me a while to get used to calling you Sonny.”
She bit her bottom lip, but the smile she was trying to hide still came through her eyes.
“I’d appreciate it if you tried.” She hesitated a moment. “Does this mean I get the apartment?”
Ian gave her one curt nod. Then he went around to the other side of the kitchen island. He needed to put some distance between them.
“If you’re going to rent the apartment, we need to set some boundaries,” he started.
Well-shaped brows peaked over whiskey brown eyes. She crossed her arms and leaned a hip against the counter. “Okay,” she said.
Looking toward the dining room where Kimmie was, he lowered his voice and said, “What we did last night will have to be just what it was—that one night.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Wait a minute? Aren’t you the same guy who offered to be my new friend who shows me around town and gives me regular orgasms?”
Damn . Just hearing her say the word orgasm nearly gave him an orgasm.
“That was before—” Ian took several steps toward her and lowered his voice even more. “That was before I knew there was the possibility of you living above my garage.” He released a heavy breath. “Look, I have to think about the kind of example I set for Kimmie. She’s only twelve years old.”
Sonny hesitated for just a moment before nodding. “I understand where you’re coming from. Consider last night forgotten. Do you have a lease for me to sign?”
Ian’s head jerked back. Damn, he didn’t think she would get over it that quickly.
“Not right this minute,” he said. “Vanessa is handling all of the paperwork.”
“Well, I’d feel better if there was something in writing that I could sign right now, just to make sure you don’t rent the room to anyone else,” she said. “You can Google ‘simple lease agreement’ and print something off the Internet, then I can sign the official document once you get it from your real estate agent.”
“I’m not going to rent the apartment to anyone else, Sonny.”
“You’re still offering a month-to-month lease, correct?”
“Yeah. Sure,” Ian said.
“Good, because that’s a deal breaker for me. I’m not sure how long I’ll be in Maplesville.”
His head reared back again. “Really? How temporary is this?”
“I’m not sure yet. It all depends on how this new job works out, or if something more suitable comes along. Flexibility is important.”
Ian didn’t know what to make of the uneasy feeling that settled in his gut at her talking so nonchalantly about moving onto the next town when she’d just arrived in this one.
“We can do the month-to-month thing,” he said. “Nothing complicated.”
“Great,” she said with an overly