With her parents gone, her twin sister, Kitty, about to be married, and no hint of Mr. Right on the horizon, Josie Dupre is lonesome. Luckily, she has her booming New Orleans catering business, and her fluffy white dog, Rosie, to keep her company. Then, with all the subtlety of Bourbon Street at Mardi Gras, a jumbo-sized Boxer destroys Josies flowering windowboxes, and in the process, brazenly captures petite Rosies undying devotion. Now that Rosie and the aptly named Zip are an item, Josie finds herself an unwilling chaperone - and doing her best to avoid Zips owner, the irritatingly appealing Paul Brouillette. Anyone can see that the wealthy, sexy Paul is little more than a love em and leave em Cajun playboy. Hes all for lamour, but Josie has no intention of falling for him. Still, ever since Paul came into her life, strange things have been happening. She hears music that isnt there. Then she smells her mothers favorite cologne in an empty room. Maybe her moms trying to send her a message. Something about finding love where you least expect it . . . And listening to your heart.