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fight it.”
Her eyes remained on his lips. “Probably not.”
The screech of the school bus’s breaks grinding to a halt in front of the house broke the spell between them. Sonny jumped back.
“That must be Kimmie,” she said.
Shit . Ian released a deep breath. “Yeah.”
“Ian!” He could hear Kimmie’s glass-cracking scream from outside. “I won first place!”
He gestured to the front windows. “The science fair was today.”
“Sounds as if you have a reason to celebrate tonight,” Sonny said.
“I was prepared to celebrate even if she came in last place. She worked hard on the project.” He hooked a thumb toward the stairs. “I should get down there.”
She nodded.
He started down the stairs, but stopped when she called his name.
“Ian?” He turned to find Sonny at the top of the stairs. “Thanks for helping with the box,” she said.
“Anytime,” Ian said. “If you need me, you know where to find me.”
Then he continued down the stairs, while he was still able to make himself go.
Chapter Four
Ian glided his forefinger along the computer’s touchpad as he scrolled through the two-hundred-plus pre-formatted business card designs under the Automotive and Transportation heading. Was it presumptuous that he was already looking for letterhead even though he had yet to hear back from the bank? Maybe. But as a former Boy Scout, he still adhered to the ‘be prepared’ motto. He wanted as much in place as possible when it was time to get his bike shop off the ground.
It had been a week since his meeting with Mr. Babineaux. Ian could feel the call coming. Any day now, his phone would ring. It had to. He was running out of time.
Ian pulled his phone from his front pocket and read over the text message Vanessa sent late yesterday evening.
Met with the Miller Family today. They seem close to agreeing on a sale price. Around $400K.
Vanessa had given him a head’s up on the amount she’d advised the family to list the building, so that he wouldn’t lowball the amount on his loan application. She’d promised to let him know as soon as the property hit the market. He’d have to have Dale ask her about her favorite wine. She deserved a special treat for the way she’d gone above and beyond to help him secure his dream.
Ian minimized the window with the business card designs and went back to searching for Kimmie’s birthday present. He’d bought the Go Pro video camera and the new iPhone she’d been clamoring for since Christmas several weeks ago. Both were in the safe where he kept his important papers and extra cash, tucked in the back of his closet.
Picking out the phone had been the easy part. Finding the perfect phone case had turned into the biggest pain in his ass. He’d automatically gone for a Disney Princess, but he soon realized that as a thirteen-year-old, Kimmie may think she was too old for princesses.
The thought made Ian’s stomach twist. He wasn’t ready for her to be too old for princesses.
He’d searched through dozens of flower prints, skulls and crossbones, glittery ones covered in fake gemstones. How was he supposed to know what kind of phone cover to buy a thirteen-year-old girl?
You could ask Sonny.
No. No he could not ask Sonny. He’d taken an oath to avoid all possible contact with his tenant. Her nearness, even in the most innocuous circumstances, was too much of a temptation.
Why had he insisted on this hands-off thing again?
It had seemed like the adult thing to do at the time. He needed to be a good role model for Kimmie. What kind of example would it set for his sister if she caught him sneaking out of the garage apartment in the middle of the night?
Nevertheless, Ian was getting some serious pressure from his libido to say to hell with being a good role model, especially when he thought about the potential block of uninterrupted hours with Sonny’s naked body stretching ahead of him.
But the off chance of
Her eyes remained on his lips. “Probably not.”
The screech of the school bus’s breaks grinding to a halt in front of the house broke the spell between them. Sonny jumped back.
“That must be Kimmie,” she said.
Shit . Ian released a deep breath. “Yeah.”
“Ian!” He could hear Kimmie’s glass-cracking scream from outside. “I won first place!”
He gestured to the front windows. “The science fair was today.”
“Sounds as if you have a reason to celebrate tonight,” Sonny said.
“I was prepared to celebrate even if she came in last place. She worked hard on the project.” He hooked a thumb toward the stairs. “I should get down there.”
She nodded.
He started down the stairs, but stopped when she called his name.
“Ian?” He turned to find Sonny at the top of the stairs. “Thanks for helping with the box,” she said.
“Anytime,” Ian said. “If you need me, you know where to find me.”
Then he continued down the stairs, while he was still able to make himself go.
Chapter Four
Ian glided his forefinger along the computer’s touchpad as he scrolled through the two-hundred-plus pre-formatted business card designs under the Automotive and Transportation heading. Was it presumptuous that he was already looking for letterhead even though he had yet to hear back from the bank? Maybe. But as a former Boy Scout, he still adhered to the ‘be prepared’ motto. He wanted as much in place as possible when it was time to get his bike shop off the ground.
It had been a week since his meeting with Mr. Babineaux. Ian could feel the call coming. Any day now, his phone would ring. It had to. He was running out of time.
Ian pulled his phone from his front pocket and read over the text message Vanessa sent late yesterday evening.
Met with the Miller Family today. They seem close to agreeing on a sale price. Around $400K.
Vanessa had given him a head’s up on the amount she’d advised the family to list the building, so that he wouldn’t lowball the amount on his loan application. She’d promised to let him know as soon as the property hit the market. He’d have to have Dale ask her about her favorite wine. She deserved a special treat for the way she’d gone above and beyond to help him secure his dream.
Ian minimized the window with the business card designs and went back to searching for Kimmie’s birthday present. He’d bought the Go Pro video camera and the new iPhone she’d been clamoring for since Christmas several weeks ago. Both were in the safe where he kept his important papers and extra cash, tucked in the back of his closet.
Picking out the phone had been the easy part. Finding the perfect phone case had turned into the biggest pain in his ass. He’d automatically gone for a Disney Princess, but he soon realized that as a thirteen-year-old, Kimmie may think she was too old for princesses.
The thought made Ian’s stomach twist. He wasn’t ready for her to be too old for princesses.
He’d searched through dozens of flower prints, skulls and crossbones, glittery ones covered in fake gemstones. How was he supposed to know what kind of phone cover to buy a thirteen-year-old girl?
You could ask Sonny.
No. No he could not ask Sonny. He’d taken an oath to avoid all possible contact with his tenant. Her nearness, even in the most innocuous circumstances, was too much of a temptation.
Why had he insisted on this hands-off thing again?
It had seemed like the adult thing to do at the time. He needed to be a good role model for Kimmie. What kind of example would it set for his sister if she caught him sneaking out of the garage apartment in the middle of the night?
Nevertheless, Ian was getting some serious pressure from his libido to say to hell with being a good role model, especially when he thought about the potential block of uninterrupted hours with Sonny’s naked body stretching ahead of him.
But the off chance of
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