Three Things I'd Never Do

I’m a cat person. He has two BIG dogs. There is no chance this will work.

There are three things I said I’d never do—
Never move back in with my parents. Thanks to a summer storm, not only am I residing with my parents—temporarily—but a tree falls on their house and traps me in the bathtub. Enter the hottie firefighter who rescues me, bubbles and all. Then my parents have to move in with me. Oh joy.

Never let my mom set me up on a blind date. She asks so many times, I finally agree. And the hot firefighter—Adam—is the one who shows up. Because I’ve always wanted to go on a first date with a guy who has seen me in nothing but bubbles. Not.

Never date a guy with a dog. Adam is nearly perfect . . . except he has dogs. The furry beasts frighten me, and no way would Pookie tolerate them.

But for a chance at love and to get over my fear, I volunteer to dog sit for the weekend. It doesn’t go well.
Someone is going to end up in the doghouse. It might be me.