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

hands.”
    “This man knows his way around an engine,” Trey said, clamping Ian on the shoulder.
    “What are you doing here?” Ian asked again.
    “Sonny’s my new pastry chef,” Kiera said, mimicking her husband by clamping her hand over Sonny’s shoulder. “This woman knows her way around triple-layer tiramisu.” She looked between Sonny and Ian. “I guess Maplesville isn’t so big after all, is it?”
    “No, it’s not,” Sonny said.
    How was it possible that the one person she’d chosen to have a one-night stand with could be so integrated into her new life? This had to be some big practical joke.
    “We should let you guys get to your lunch,” Kiera said. “I’m going to show Sonny the Bluebird before we head back. Oh!” Kiera walked up to Trey with a coy grin. “Guess who just picked up a new long-term catering contract with that new law firm in town?”
    “That’s my Slim,” Trey said as he slapped her on the ass. “Make that money, baby.”
    Kiera sent him a look that was probably supposed to be chastising, but was anything but.
    “You’re going to pay for that tonight,” she said.
    He winked. “That’s why I did it.”
    Okay, so maybe she was a little jealous of Kiera and Trey right now. Sonny had never had that kind of sexy, frisky relationship. Probably because Douglas’s definition of fun was a lecture on intestinal dissection. She wanted that kind of playfulness in her life.
    Would Ian…?
    No, she would not go there. She was not looking for a relationship, not even a casual one. It was bad enough that they had yet another connection tying them together.
    Sonny couldn’t even make eye contact with Ian as she followed Kiera out of the room. She could feel his stare on her, burning into her skin.
    Goodness! Was it really so unreasonable to think that she could have a one-night stand and not encounter him everywhere she turned?
    Apparently so.
     
    ~ ~ ~
     
    Ian made an effort to ignore the sensations churning in his stomach as his thumbs drummed on the steering wheel to Wu Tang’s “C.R.E.A.M.”, but as he turned from Dogwood Lane onto Red Maple Drive, that intoxicating feeling only intensified. Just knowing she would be there made him hard.
    “Dammit,” he cursed through clenched teeth.
    How could he ever think he could survive living just steps away from Sonny? It had only been a couple of days and he was already going insane with the need to have her again.
    Ian was still two houses away when he noticed her car parked on the curb a few feet from his mailbox. The passenger side door was open. A firm, denim-covered ass poked out of it.
    He slammed on his breaks.
    “Christ,” he whispered, thankful there was no one behind him.
    Causing an accident was the last thing he needed to do right now. He drove past her car and pulled into the driveway. Glancing down at his filthy clothes, Ian cursed himself for not asking to use Trey’s shower before coming home.
    He shook his head at the ridiculousness of that thought. What was he going to do, shower everyday before coming home? He liked his own shower. Sometimes, he liked to soak in the tub with soft music and candles and shit. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he liked bubble baths every now and then.
    But how much better would his bubble baths be if he had some company?
    “Don’t go there,” Ian warned himself.
    Sonny backed out of her car holding a cardboard box. She looked over at him and just stood there, staring. Ian realized how much of an idiot he must look like sitting behind the wheel of his pickup in his own driveway.
    He climbed out of the truck and walked over to her car, lifting the box from her arms.
    “Let me help you,” he said. His fingers skimmed over the silken skin of her forearm as she transferred the box, and Ian nearly groaned.
    No doubt about it, he would go insane within a week.
    “Thank you,” she said. “That’ll save me a trip.”
    “How much more do you have?” Ian asked.
    “Just a bag and one