As she glanced around, she noticed the place was well-kept, but it was a bit on the small side. Still, how much room did one person need? Her gaze moved to the French doors. And with that amazing ocean view, it was picture perfect.

“Here we go.” Ethan handed her a plate with a couple of slices. “We can sit on the couch.”

She turned, finding a pillow and blanket on it. “You sleep there?”

He shrugged as he placed his plate on the coffee table. “I’ll just move those.”

She couldn’t imagine why he’d sleep on the couch. It didn’t look that big. And when she sat down, she found it wasn’t comfortable. No wonder she’d noticed him more than once rubbing his neck.

Then she thought of the vacant, furnished apartment across the hall from hers. Should she offer it to him? With him leaving the island soon, it’d be available for summer rentals. Still, she hesitated.

When he sat next to her, the cushion sagged in his direction. She had to quickly adjust herself so as not to fall into him.

“Sorry,” he said, looking uncomfortable. “It’s an old couch and the springs have seen better days.”

“So why do you sleep here?” Once she’d uttered the words, she wished she could take them back.

He cleared his throat. “I tried my aunt’s bed, but it’s too small and soft. So it’s either the couch or the floor. I tried the floor, but I could barely move in the morning.”

Awe… Sympathy welled up in her. At the same time, her respect for him spiked. He was going out of his way for his aunt. Only a good guy would go to all of this bother.

“You could stay in my apartment,” she blurted out. When his eyes widened in surprise, she realized how that might sound—wrong, very wrong. Heat engulfed her face. “Not in my actual apartment. Not with me,” she stammered. “I have another apartment. It…it’s across the hall.”

His brows knitted together. “You’re offering me the extra apartment above the bakery?”

She nodded, not trusting her words.

“I don’t think so.” He took a bite of pizza.

Wait. He was turning her down? He’d rather sleep on this lumpy, sagging couch? What was she missing?

“Why?” She had to know the answer.

“You should rent it to someone else.”

“But I’m offering it to you. And you need it. You can’t keep sleeping on this couch.” When Peaches moved to his side to beg for food, she realized why he might be hesitant. “And you can bring Peaches.”

His hesitant gaze met hers. “Are you sure? Most apartments don’t allow dogs.”

“Of course I’m serious.” Her gaze moved to Peaches. “We’re buddies. Aren’t we, girl?”

“Arf!”

“Problem solved.” Hannah smiled at her ability to fix one problem.

“I don’t know what to say, but thank you. That’s generous of you.”

“You’re welcome. Now we better eat so we can get some planning done.”

“Agreed.”