Layla fretted over breakfast on Monday. And Tuesday. And Wednesday. She couldn’t enjoy her nighttime routine of trying a new soup recipe and relaxing in front of the TV as it played a romantic comedy.
There could be no relaxing when a date—a real, single date with the very alive, single Logan Buttars—sat on the horizon. Taunting her and her Dating Rules.
“What are you going to do now?” she’d muttered to herself on more than one occasion. Once while she wasn’t alone, and the conversation with Aria, her veterinary technician, didn’t go well. Aria had known something was up—way up—and when she entered Layla’s office near closing time on Wednesday, she had Hazel with her.
They took the two available chairs across from Layla’s desk and looked at each other for a long moment. Then they simult
