Logan Shockley crashed into my life—literally—and turned it upside down. After ranting about my driving and demanding my insurance information, he finally released me, only to burst through the doors of my best friend’s wedding rehearsal. Surprise! Logan’s the best man. And he looks better in a tuxedo than any man should. Despite my attraction to him, and our intense, heated elevator exchanges, I could easily write him off if not for his adorable six-year-old daughter. Every time she walks into the room, his grumpy disposition melts into sugary-sweet nicknames and heart-melting pride, providing a tempting glimpse of the man he could be. Now, for the next ten days, I’m stuck in a house with Logan, his daughter, and three corgis. This should be fun.