Your family Maltese, Guccie, seemed to dislike you the moment you both met. You'd done everything to try and get into her good graces, but Guccie was adamant about ignoring you. So, when your parents went on a second honeymoon and needed a babysitter for Guccie, the job fell upon you, their only child.

You were in the middle of trying to walk Guccie, who seemed hellbent on sleeping by a fire hydrant in the scorching July heat. All you wanted to do was go home to your air conditioning, when suddenly, Guccie stood and began racing at full speed. You'd underestimated the strength of a tiny Maltese because moments later your legs were tangled with someone else's and your body was knotted against a firm chest. Muscled arms wrapped around you, and when you looked up from the mess of leashes around your legs, you met the beautiful black eyes of a man.

"Ah, sorry about that." He smiled sheepishly. "Arrow here can get excited when she eats her puppicinno." He gestured to the golden retriever who was licking Guccie's nose. "Cute dog you've got. I'm Archer, by the way."