She’s just his neighbor…until his dog—oops, his brother’s dog—adopts her.
I really should be stronger. I mean, there’s a strict no-dog policy in the apartment next door. I own the building, and the the tall, dark construction manager can’t have a dog.
Except I love his dog, even if his name is Sausage. The more time I spend with him, the more I think my “strict” policy of no dogs and no men…isn’t so strict.
And when Thomas comes to my spa and does the Van-Gogh-ga?
Fine, I may be a goner. If only I wasn’t just his neighbor…