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 Josie's flowering windowboxes, and in the process, brazenly captures petite Rosie's 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 Zip's 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. He's all for l'amour, 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 isn't there. Then she smells her mother's favorite cologne in an empty room. Maybe her mom's trying to send her a message. Something about finding love where you least expect it . . . And listening to your heart.