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just two people with one aim—to care for his daughter—and Meg told herself that she needed to stop reading too much into things. The same way she needed to stop noticing every little detail about him and finding something sexy in them all.
    She didn’t understand what was going on with her. It wasn’t something she’d ever done before with anyone else. And if ever there was a wrong time, place, situation or person, this was it!
    So she did a mental pulling-in-on-the-reins, again hoping that her reaction to him had something to do with novelty and that when she got to know Logan better she’d be able to take him more in stride.
    “I appreciate the open-door policy, but I won’t abuse it. I have a lot of tricks up my sleeves when it comes to getting children to behave and comply—rewarding Tia with a visit to you will only be one of them,” she told him, hearing the formality that had crept into her tone but unable to stop it because it was just something she was accustomed to hiding behind the way Tia had hidden behind Logan tonight.
    He must have caught the slight alteration of tone, though, because his eyebrows beetled together slightly. But he didn’t say anything about it.
    Instead he merely went on. “Tia isn’t one of those crack-of-dawn kids—she’ll usually sleep until eight or nine, so you can take your time coming over in the morning. Unless you’re an early riser and you need coffee—there will be a pot brewed long before Tia is up and you’re welcome to it.”
    Meg imagined going over at sunrise to start her day with him alone, in the quiet of the morning, just the two of them…
    Much, much too appealing a thought!
    “Let’s just see how it goes,” she said noncommittally, hating how more of that aloofness had echoed in her voice.
    “Sure. Whatever,” Logan said, those furrows in his brow deepening.
    Then he said good-night and left, and once again Meg wanted to kick herself.
    One minute she’d been friendly, the next she’d been evasive, the next she’d talked like a textbook—if he was worried that he’d hired some kind of nut job he had good reason.
    She was just so all over the place when it came to him.
    But tomorrow was another day, she consoled herself. It was her first day of work, when her complete focus would be on Tia.
    That would probably help, she told herself.
    No, not probably , that would have to help.
    Because she’d come here to get herself back on track.
    Not to hook up with a hot hunk.

Chapter Three
    “O h-oh, look-ut Harry did….”
    At the sound of Tia’s voice, Meg stopped putting clothes in a dresser drawer and glanced around to find that the puppy had gone into the apartment’s bathroom, grabbed the end of the toilet paper and unrolled it all the way out into the living room.
    “Harry, not again!” Meg complained because it was the third time the puppy had done that.
    Despite the repeat performance, Tia thought it was hilarious. And as much of a nuisance as the mess was, the fact that it delighted the three-year-old made it worth it to Meg. That kind of simple joy was part of why she was there—it was actually part of what she was hoping to find in this job that was her self-prescribed therapy.
    Tia knew the drill by then—she grabbed Harry tokeep him from running wild and unrolling even more of the paper while Meg tore off what he’d slobbered on, threw it away, and re-rolled the rest. By the time she’d done that and come out of the bathroom—again leaving the door open to accommodate Tia’s instant dashes there when she decided at the last minute that she needed to use the facilities—a giggling Tia was sitting on the floor with Max licking her face.
    Meg could have left the puppies at the house while she and Tia were at the garage apartment unpacking. But where Tia went, the puppies wanted to go, too, and Meg hadn’t had the heart to separate them. Still, it had made settling in a slow process and by late Monday afternoon—after spending