“You know my name? How—”

“I’m the owner and acting landlord of this duplex. The contract, non-disclosure, and fees: all sent to yours truly.” He offered a handshake. “I’m Dylan Hawke. My sister’s a huge fan, by the way. Mom is too, actually. And don’t worry, I take that non-disclosure thing seriously.”

Chloe pursed her lips, unsure of exactly what to say. But she did ponder whether or not ‘he truly’ took the non-disclosure seriously.

“Apple pie muffins.”

“I’m sorry?” The struggle for Chloe to keep her eyes from moving southbound was real.

“The closest thing I have to an apple pie are apple pie muffins. We sell them at Destiny’s Brew and lucky for you, I’ve got some here in the fridge. Why don’t you come on in.” He moved aside, motioning for Chloe to step inside his abode. “I’ll get dressed, then grab the muffins.”

What harm could it be? It wasn’t like she would be accepting an invitation from Jack Sparrow. Plus, she was hungry. Apple pie muffins did sound good after all.

Real good, in fact.