The Grump Upstairs Hates My Dog

Jo spent the entire next day rehearsing. “I love you.” Too abrupt. “Logan, I think I’m in love with you.” […]

“I need you to trust me,” Logan said over the phone. “That’s never a reassuring way to start a conversation,”

The annual building barbecue was, according to Anderson Alcott, “mandatory fun for community bonding.” Jo had been dreading it since

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,