All You Can Handle (Moments In Maplesville Book 5) Read Free

fun with the Honey Drop tonight and then not see him again? Or was she setting herself up for awkward encounters at the post office?
    Wait! When was the last time she’d physically mailed anything?
    Decision made, Sonny downed the remainder of her gin and tonic in one swallow and hopped off the barstool. Tugging up the waistband of her snug, low-riding jeans, she headed for the pool table, moving with a confidence she’d always possessed, but had never been comfortable showing.
    That was something that was gradually changing, too.
    With every day that passed she became a bit more comfortable embracing the Sonny she’d suppressed all of these years. It was liberating as hell.
    She wasn’t sure if picking up a guy in a bar counted as another move in the Emancipation of Sonny movement, or if it was just plain stupid, but she was slightly buzzed from her drink and riding high off the excitement of the job she’d accepted today with a local catering company. It seemed like the perfect ending to her day.
    Sonny hadn’t anticipated her journey bringing her to a small town like Maplesville, but she wasn’t questioning it, either. She’d taken her future into her own hands, doing what would make her happy, instead of living her life for her parents and ex-fiancé.
    And she had a feeling that the cutie in the charcoal-grey pinstripe could make her very happy. At least for tonight.
    Sonny walked up to the pool table and shoved both hands in her back pockets so that her breasts would thrust forward at just the right angle. She wedged herself between him and the pool table, blocking the shot he was about to take.
    “I’m Madison,” she said.
    His eyes went wide, as if she’d caught him completely off guard. As if she hadn’t seen the way he’d tracked her out of the corner of his eye the entire way there.
    Oh, the Honey Drop was adorable. And younger than she’d first thought. He couldn’t be older than her own twenty-eight years.
    His hair was cut close, and it waved in short ripples. A fine sheen of sweat pebbled along the edge of his forehead, making his light brown skin glisten. He had a set of the most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen, a soft, amber-green rimmed with gold. Gorgeous. Heart-stopping even.
    Yeah, she could do this. She could be the kind of girl who made the first move.
    “Ian,” he said, setting his pool cue to the side and stretching a palm toward her.
    Sonny looked down at his hand and allowed a small smile to curl up the edges of her mouth before taking the hand he offered. His palm was surprisingly rough, much rougher than she’d expected from a guy wearing a suit like this one.
    She gestured toward the pool table. “Are you winning?”
    “No.”
    “Good. Then you shouldn’t feel bad about abandoning the game so you can dance with me. Unless you have to stay here and babysit your friend.” She tipped her head toward the loudmouth, who’d just gotten up in one of the other player’s faces. That would not end well.
    Ian shook his head. “He’s probably going to get his ass kicked, so that would be a no on the babysitting front. However, I still can’t do what you suggested.”
    Her newly minted self-confidence took a slight hit, until he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I don’t dance.”
    Sonny’s smile widened. “Neither do I. But I’m sure we can find something else to do.”
    Whoa. Who was this woman hitting it out of the park in the brave and sexy department?
    With boldness practically oozing from her pores, Sonny led him to the only available booth remaining in the bar, which had swelled with patrons over the past hour. She hadn’t expected such a crowd on a Monday night, but apparently this was how they rolled in small towns like Maplesville.
    When Ian made a move to sit opposite of her, she tugged on his cuff, pulling him into the booth next to her. She twisted on the worn maroon Naugahyde and bent one leg to prop her sandal-clad foot up on the bench. The gold from