I was less than pleased when my ten-month-old dishwasher broke down. It kept cutting itself off over and over again. I did everything the manual said and still a no-go, so I made the call, thankful it was still under warranty.

I was assured my satisfaction was key and a repairman would be dispatched the following Monday. Hand-washing dishes is not my idea of fun, so I was grateful during those few days that I lived alone.

I was expecting something completely different than Toby. He showed up and cast a shadow over my entire doorway. I saw his outline before I even swung the door open. I couldn’t help but stare as I stepped back to let him in.

A huge, towering man, six-foot-six at least, with dark chocolate skin and arresting, whiskey-colored eyes.

“Good morning,” he said, giving... Leer Más