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“It’s not out of my way, and I want to.”
Roland pulled up, and I opened the door for her.
“It’s not an option. I’m taking you home.”
“Well, if you insist.” She smiled.
Fuck. I couldn’t even begin to explain the feelings that soared through me. I was happy, and I didn’t want to say goodbye. All I wanted to do was tell her that I really liked her and that I wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. But I couldn’t. I didn’t want to cause any waves or rock the boat, so to speak.
“Where to?” I asked.
“The Ellington on West 52nd Street, please.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“No reason. That’s a really nice building. They have some great apartments.”
“I know. I moved in a few days ago and absolutely love it.”
There was no way. No way at all that she was the one who rented my apartment. It was just a coincidence. When Roland pulled up to the building, I opened the door, climbed out, and held out my hand to her.
“Would you like to come up and see my apartment?” she asked.
Perfect. I was hoping she’d ask so I didn’t have to.
“I’d love to.”
She pushed the button to the twenty-eighth floor as we stepped into the elevator. It was her. The woman of my dreams was the one who rented my apartment.
“Well, here it is.” She smiled as she opened the door.
“Nice furniture. I like the color scheme.”
“Thanks. My mom hates those colors.” She grinned.
I walked around the space that I once called home. Telling her that I was her landlord was going to be fun.
“I like the way you placed your furniture. I would have put my couch this way and the chairs over here if it was my place. But the way you did it looks great too.”
I walked into the bedroom. “My bed would have been placed here, not where you have it, but it looks good there.” I winked as she stood there, narrowing her eyes at me. Walking out of the bedroom and over to the balcony door, I opened it. “Make sure that you have the lock on the knob unlocked before stepping onto the balcony. It’s one of those that doesn’t feel like it’s locked from the inside, but if you turn the knob from the outside, it’s locked. See.” I smiled. “You wouldn’t want to get locked out there. It’s not fun.”
“How did you know that?” She shook her head in confusion.
With a grin, I held out my hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Miss Bell. I’m Drew Westbrook, your landlord.”
“Huh?” Her eyes widened.
“No handshake for your landlord?”
She gently placed her hand in mine. “Wait a minute! This is your apartment?!”
I chuckled. “Yes. This is my apartment.”
“And you used to live here?”
“Yes, before I bought my townhouse. I kept it for an investment.”
