It seemed like the perfect plan. Get out of town. Fast, and wait for the shrapnel of my blown-up life to settle. I took a job in a small—and I do mean small—town up north as a pet groomer. There’s nothing to do, no place to go, so I should be able to stay out of trouble. Except there’s this dog. No one seems to know where he belongs, and he thinks he belongs with me, so he follows me everywhere. When his owner finally does show up, of course the man is an insufferable jerk. And incredibly gorgeous. And he needs a dog sitter. Who am I to say no to a quick buck and a week of canine companionship? Besides, it’s too delicious to tease Jack with every update about how much his dog loves me. I wasn’t trying to make a life here. I had no intention of falling in love. I don’t think Jack was looking for romance either. We both blame the dog for what happened next.