Author name: Hauda.A

The morning after their sleepover, Jo woke up to find Logan already awake, watching her with soft eyes. “Creepy,” she […]

Jo had a problem. She’d invited Logan over for a home-cooked thank-you dinner—date number five, as he’d insisted on calling

Their first date had been perfect. Logan had taken her to a small Italian restaurant with candlelit tables and homemade

The week after Olive’s injury passed in a blur of text messages, coffee shop work sessions, and Logan stopping by

Jo woke up on the couch at 2 AM with a crick in her neck and Olive pressed against her

Thursday evening—one day before the date—Jo was walking Olive around the block when everything went wrong. One second, Olive was

Jo had a favorite coffee shop. Brewed Awakening wasn’t trendy or Instagram-worthy. The furniture was mismatched, the wifi was spotty,

Three days after the elevator incident, Jo knocked on Logan’s door with Olive and a container of blueberry muffins. The

Murphy’s Law stated that anything that could go wrong, would go wrong. Jo’s personal corollary added: at the worst possible

The dog training was working. Which was great news for Olive’s separation anxiety and Jo’s housing situation. Less great news