“It was your music.” Chloe helped clear the dishes.
“My music?”
“It was too loud. I didn’t realize it was you who lived here. I thought I’d come over, ask whoever to lower the music. When it was you who answered the door, I lost my train of thought.”
“What made you lose your train of thought?” He placed the dishes she gathered into the sink.
“Abs.” Her face turned all shades of pink.
“Abs?”
“Your abs were all I could focus on. That’s why I asked forabblepie muffins, like a moron. Believe me, it’ll take me years to recover from that blunder.”
Dylan laughed, enjoying her candidness by the minute. “So you didn’t really come here seeking abble pie or apple muffins?”
She giggled, grabbing the rest of the dishes off the counter. “No. But I’ll still take some. You know, since you really do have them and all.”
“You got it. Sorry about the music; I’m not used to having a next-door neighbor. You’re the first person I’ve rented the place to.”
It was another business adventure he dug his hands into. After buying this place and having it renovated by his good friend Reese Harvey, he decided to rent out the empty duplex.
After all the dishes were cleared, Dylan packed up some lasagna, along with the two-pack of apple pie muffins. “These are for you to take back with you, whenever you’re ready.” He was eager to get to know more about her and hoped to God she wasn’t ready to leave just yet.
“Oh, well thank you. I guess I’ll be heading—”
“You’re more than welcome to stay longer. I can open another bottle of wine, brew some coffee or tea?”
“Destiny’s Brew coffee?” Her eyes were all agleam.
“Yes, of course. Make yourself at home in the living room. I’ll bring out coffee and all the fixings.”
Anything…to keep the beautiful Chloe Davenport in his company longer.
