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was after eleven as it was.
    He used the gate key he’d gotten from Sierra on the day he toured with her and signed the lease. It worked like a charm. As he crossed the small inner courtyard, he took a look around, noting the small details like the circular café tables with chairs and the dog water stations. He’d missed those things during the tour because he hadn’t been able to stop staring at Sierra.
    To say he’d been shocked to find her waiting for him would be like saying the moon landing was a minor footnote in human history. He’d been even more shocked to learn that the potency of her smile hadn’t lessened. If anything, he was sure he’d managed to downplay its effects in his memories of her. There was something about those dimples and the joy radiating from her that lightened up everything around her.
    Even him.
    He stepped into the elevator, typed in his access code, and waited for the doors to close. His thoughts went to the moment in the elevator when Sierra had caught him staring at her. He’d expected her to blush or stumble. She’d done neither, almost as though she expected it. He found her quietly confident demeanor undeniably intriguing.
    The doors opened and he strode down the hall to his apartment. He glanced at Sierra’s door as he passed. The strains of a Coldplay song reached him. Was that a growl he heard?
    Shaking his head, he opened the door to his apartment. The pendant lights over the granite kitchen bar cast a soft glow over the kitchen and family room. To the right, his sofa was set facing the flat panel TV, which was mounted along the right hand wall between the family room and the master bedroom. His surround sound looked ready to go. All of his electronic components were set in the entertainment center like he’d had them in his old place. It looked like he’d lived there for years, except for one thing.
    Well, two things.
    Thinking of the growl, he left his apartment and walked to Sierra’s. He knocked, turning the knob when she called out for him to enter. He walked in and was nearly bowled over by three balls of fur. Two of them, the Alaskan Klee Kais, were his. The third, a white snowball about the same size as Miller and Beck, must belong to Sierra.
    She was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of a red sofa in her family room. The dogs turned from him and ran back to her, lavishing her with kisses.
    Seeing his dogs so friendly with someone he hadn’t introduced them to surprised him. It seemed her ability to charm extended to more than just him.
    “Hi, Evan. This is Leo,” she said, tugging playfully on the upright ears of the snowball. “He took to Miller and Beck right away. I didn’t want the boys to be lonely over there on their first day in the new place, so I invited them over. They’ve all been walked already, too.”
    He stared at her without comment. The streaks in her hair were magenta today, he realized. She wore a baggy T-shirt, torn jeans, and no makeup.
    He’d never seen anyone sexier.
    To distract himself, he looked behind the sofa at the wall it rested against. The entire surface was covered in a black and white cityscape. He was the furthest thing from an interior designer, but the effect of the image against the red sofa was striking and made the space look larger.
    “Did you stop by your place?” she asked.
    He looked back at her. “Yeah.”
    “Is everything where you wanted it?”
    “It’s good, thanks.”
    “Cool.” She pulled on a chew toy that Beck had grabbed. She laughed as the dog growled and tugged. “Is there anything else coming, or was that everything?”
    He looked around her apartment and noted the vivid colors, the homey touches, the personal effects. His apartment had none of that. He’d never hung anything on his walls…not even a poster.
    “That was everything.”
    “I see.”
    Shifting uncomfortably over the look she gave him, he issued a quick, shrill whistle. His dogs hurried to his side. He put his hand on