All You Can Handle (Moments In Maplesville Book 5) by Farrah Rochon

skills and still have time to do some special occasion cakes on the side. You’re still okay with me taking side jobs, right?”
    “Absolutely,” Kiera said. “If someone wants just a cake, it’s all on you. I don’t want anyone mistaking Catering by Kiera for a bakery. I’m just surprised that you chose a small town instead of a bigger city to get your start.”
    “The bigger the city, the bigger the competition,” Sonny said. “I’ll make that move when I think I’m ready.”
    “All I ask is that you give me at least two weeks notice,” Kiera said. “I know we agreed that this is just a trial run, but if you pull off the kind of miracle you did this morning, I may not let you leave. That lemon curd was amazing.”
    She and Kiera arrived at a midsize corrugated building on the opposite side of Maplesville. A Bluebird school bus sat about fifty yards away. There was a picnic table in front of it and landscaping around the base.
    “Someone has taken good care of that old bus,” Sonny said.
    “Actually, that’s Trey’s house,” Kiera said as she handed Sonny a tray of sandwiches from the back of the van. “We mostly live at my condo downtown, but we spend a few nights a week here.”
    “You live in a school bus?”
    Kiera chuckled. “It’s not just any bus. Trey gutted it and remodeled it. The interior rivals a world-class hotel room. That’s what he does here at the shop. Actually, he remodeled my food truck. It’s how we reconnected after years of being apart.”
    “That sounds like a story worth hearing,” Sonny remarked.
    “Oh, it is.” Kiera’s dreamy sigh said a lot. “I’ll have to tell you about it one of these days. I’ll give you a tour of the Bluebird once we’ve brought the guys their lunch.”
    They entered the building, which was some sort of mechanics workshop. The moment Kiera’s husband came into view, Sonny discovered why her new boss didn’t have a problem with her tattoos. Trey’s arms were covered with them. The colorful serpent that wound up his forearm and disappeared underneath his snug t-shirt was a fantastic piece of artwork.
    Kiera introduced Sonny to Trey as her new pastry chef extraordinaire, and motioned for her to follow them to a small room just to the left of the entrance. The entire room was a cluttered mess. There was just enough room on the table to set out the po’boy sandwiches, cold pasta salad, and chips Kiera had brought for their lunch. Sonny took the left over sheet cake and constructed a three-layer dessert using the lemon curd, berries and whipped cream.
    “Damn, Slim, you trying to put us all in a food coma?” Trey said before giving Kiera a quick kiss on the lips. Then he stuck his head out of the door and called, “Lunch’s here.”
    The clang of metal tools being put away rang throughout the building. Two of Trey’s workers entered the room and headed straight for the sandwiches. Sonny’s hands halted when the third walked through the door.
    “Ian?”
    “Sonny?” Ian stared at her, complete surprise on his face. “What are you doing here? Is something wrong at the house?” He stopped short. “Wait. How did you know to find me here?”
    “I didn’t,” Sonny said.
    “You two know each other?” Kiera asked.
    Sonny turned to her. “Ian is my new landlord.”
    “Seriously?” Kiera laughed. “Talk about a small world.”
    “You work here?” Sonny asked, even though the answer was obvious. She took in his dusty blue jeans and oil-stained t-shirt. The well-worn cotton clung to his trim, but muscular frame.
    She’d found him attractive enough in a suit and tie Monday night, but seeing him like this? She could not handle this much sexy.
    She’d spent her life with guys who were brought up in wealthy homes and attended private schools. This raw, gritty thing Ian had going on right now made her belly tingle with all kinds of naughty sensations.
    “I work here part-time,” Ian answered. “Only when Trey needs an extra set of