I could not finish this book, all it talked about was rubber stamps and dogs, I thought it might get better so I skimmed through a little I finally gave up. It just was not
worth reading IMO
Maybe it was fate; maybe it was a poodle. Sylvie Taylor drifted out of the sky and into Ray's arms like some kind of auburn-haired sprite. Actually she fell off the roof. And she didn't really land in his arms, she fell on top of him. But as frustrating as the the clumsy beauty was, Ray couldn't get her eyes out of this thoughts. Then the solituude of his past interfered--could Sylvie be the one to melt his hard heart? Had Jean-Luc, her white standard poodle not knocked over the ladder, Sylvie would never have met that gorgeous hunk of a "male-man." Even though she didn't believe in romance anymore, Sylvie couldn't help the way she felt when she looked into the postal carrier's azure eyes. And she yearned to feel his strong arms around her again. Now with a little luck and a rather large poodle, the couple just might unite their Lonely Hearts.