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scent.”
    Her eyes dropped to his lips. “It’s, uh, amber. Amber and cloves. It’s a mix of essential oils.” She eased out of the cove he’d created with his body and the turntable, and walked over to the sofa.
    “So,” she said, needlessly straightening pillows. “It was a shock to see you at Trey Watson’s place today. With that suit you were wearing Monday night, I assumed you were a businessman of some sort. How long have you been working there?”
    “I started with him about six months ago, right before Thanksgiving.”
    She nodded and folded her arms across her chest. “It must be a nice gig,” she said. “I mean, it has to be for you to be able to afford a house of this size at your age, right. You can’t be more than what? Twenty-five?”
    “Twenty-six,” he said.
    Her brows rose. “Hmm…”
    Ian’s eyes narrowed as he sensed her discomfort building. She picked up a throw pillow and ran the tasseled edges through her fingers. Then she tossed it back onto the sofa.
    “Okay, I was trying to be subtle about this, but you suck at taking hints.”
    “Sonny, what are you getting at?”
    She released a deep sigh. “Just tell me that I won’t get kidnapped in the middle of the night by some drug cartel looking for their money,” she said.
    Ian’s eyes widened before he burst out laughing. He clutched his stomach, sucking in several breaths before he could speak. “You think I’m a drug dealer?”
    “Well, how do you afford a house like this working as a part-time mechanic?”
    “Maybe I’m drowning in debt.”
    “Are you?”
    He laughed again, his shoulders shaking with it. “No, I’m not drowning in debt and I don’t sell drugs. In fact, I have never in my life so much as taken a single puff on a cigarette. Do you think I would really put my little sister in that kind of danger?”
    “No,” she said, looking chagrinned. “But it still begs the question—”
    “It’s a family home,” Ian said, cutting her off. “Technically, it’s still my mother’s. It’s in her name. It’ll eventually go to Kimmie.”
    Her shoulders sank in visible relief. “Thank God. You have no idea how much this has been driving me crazy since you walked into that break room at Trey Watson’s shop,” she said. “Every crazy scenario you could think of has crossed my mind.”
    “You may want to lay off the Law & Order marathon-watching.”
    She poked out her tongue. “Shows how much you know. I’m a NCIS kind of girl.”
    “Same thing.” Ian moved to where she stood. “As I mentioned at the shop earlier today, I work at Trey’s part time. My real job is building scaffolding at the oil refinery over in St. Pierre, about a half hour east of here. I work shiftwork, so when I’m on nights—which I am right now—I’ll put in a few hours over at Trey’s. I switch back to the day shift tomorrow.”
    “So, what do you do with Kimmie when you’re working the night shift?”
    “She stays at her friend, Anesha’s. She’s just a couple of houses down the street.”
    Sonny nodded. “Well, now that I’m here, I’ll be happy to keep an eye on her. That is, if she’s okay with it.”
    “She’s only known you for two days and she already worships the ground you walk on. I think she’d be okay with that. Thanks for offering.”
    She shrugged. “It’s no big deal. Kimmie’s a sweetheart.”
    Moving over to where she stood, Ian perched a hip on the back of the sofa. “It is kinda crazy that we’re working for Trey and Kiera, isn’t it? They just got married this past New Year’s Day.”
    She nodded.
    “With what happened at The Corral on Monday, and you showing up yesterday to rent this place, it almost seems as if the universe is determined to get us together.”
    “It would seem so,” she said.
    Her eyes dropped to his mouth again, and Ian’s blood began to heat. He licked his lips. Taking another step forward, his voice lowered as he said, “Makes me wonder if it even makes sense to