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the water and stood, willing the room to hold still as she made a hasty, but somewhat wobbly exit.
    Freddy shut the door to her room and leaned her head against it. Across the connecting walkway, the man of her dreams was preparing to meet six women: all of them on their best behavior, all of them probably model-hot, and all of them ready and willing to walk through fire to get his attention.
    And if she had anything to do with it, that’s exactly what they’d have to do.
    Hand on the brass doorknob to her room, she briefly considered turning the lock. Why bother? Logan wasn’t about to invadeher personal space anytime soon, except maybe to put a pillow over her face to smother her for what she had done to him.
    But it was easy enough for her to imagine something entirely different without even trying. If she had her own reality TV show, his six-foot-two-inches of total charm and sex appeal would appear in the doorway, sweep her off her feet, and go on the date of her dreams. But that had little chance of actually happening. The show was called
Eligible Bachelor
, not
Fantasy Island.
    She took a calming, much-needed breath. Being with Logan in his suite took every bit of self-restraint she had. The time they spent together in his closet had been the closest she’d ever got to kissing him, discounting the quick New Year’s Eve peck she got every year at the annual party they attended with friends.
    Her impulsiveness and desire to show Logan once and for all she was more than just Freddy McAllister—man’s best friend and tackling dummy—had gotten her into this mess. Somehow, she would have to figure out a way to show him the girl of his dreams had always been in front of him.
    She shook her head and sat down on the edge of the bed. She had this one night to plan her strategy. One night to somehow embed herself inside his mind so he would compare all the women he was about to meet to her and not want any of them.
    She had one night to find out what he really disliked in a woman so she could use it to her advantage somehow.
    Suddenly, lightning flashed outside her window. A few seconds later came the distinct rumble of thunder. She walked to the window and looked out. On the grounds below, she could see people scrambling.
Probably camera techies trying to cover outside equipment before it rained
, she thought.
    She walked to the desk against the back wall of the room. She still had to fill out the form for what she needed the production assistants to get for her from home. She picked it up and wonderedif she could include “a healthy dose of
think first
” on it but opted to walk around and see what had been made available to her instead.
    Another large flash of white light suddenly lit the room with a near-simultaneous boom of thunder, shaking the estate almost as soon as she entered the huge walk-in closet. Startled, she stopped in her tracks just as the lights went out and the room turned black.

The darkness seemed nearly total, even with the small skylight overhead. Heart thudding, and this time not because of Logan but rather from being in the dark in a strange house, Freddy inched her way to the side of the room, listening to the sound of the rain pounding the roof. Everything else seemed quiet and black. She may as well be wearing a blindfold.
    Willing her eyes to adjust, her hand found the edge of one of the closets just as she heard the door to her suite open.
    “Freddy? You okay?” Logan called to her.
    “I’m fine,” she called back.
    “We lost power.”
    “Apparently. Maybe one of the camera techs dropped an extension cord in the water or something.” She followed the edge of the door to the wall and the wall around to a dresser inside the suite. She inched her way across the dresser top with her hands and hit something smooth and round. The sound of breaking glass followed.
    “What happened?” Logan’s voice sounded close.
    “I think I just destroyed something expensive.”
    “Don’t move,