About two weeks after she learned that she’d lost Casa di Stella, Suzanne came home to find her condo empty. Josh must have taken Snowball for a walk; he claimed it was part of his rehab. She’d been in a terrible mood all day—restless, antsy, irritable. She’d even snapped at a honeymoon couple, causing the new bride to burst into tears.
She knew exactly what the problem was. The problem was six feet tall and sexy as sin. The problem had sun-streaked hair he liked to push back from his face, gray eyes, a playful grin, and no interest in putting his hands on her.
Damn him.
When someone knocked on the door, she figured it was Josh, forgetting his key again. But when she opened the door, she saw the last person she expected—or wanted—to see. “Logan?”
He gave her a smile, which she didn’t
