Can an idealistic dog lover teach a jaded hockey player new tricks?  

Lilly: My life is like the love child of a train wreck and a dumpster fire right now. I've been canned, my professional reputation is shredded, and now I'm walking dogs to make ends meet. 

But I still believe everything will work out. Somehow.

Then a dog at the park attacks my friend's dog. At first, I'm ready to give the owner hell—but it turns out he's in desperate need of doggie daycare. I figure, why not? I love dogs and I need the cash.

Too bad his cocky bad boy attitude annoys me. He's too damn cute for his own good. And I'm not talking about the dog.

 Easton: My coach is riding my ass and I'm not handling it well. When I'm saddled with an abandoned pooch, my teammate thinks a dog will keep my temper in check. I think I have enough problems already.

But when my new dog gets into a tussle that leads me to meet a smoking hot chick who knows how to handle the rascal, I start to think pet ownership isn't all bad. At least it gives me an excuse to see Lilly again. . . .

Neither of us are interested in a relationship. But first they steal your bed, then they steal your heart. And I'm not talking about the dog.