Raven found herself singing to herself—actually singing—as she moved around her kitchen making dinner for one. When she realized what she was doing, she laughed aloud. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d found herself singing just for the pure, stupid joy of it. And granted, she wasn’t great at singing.

Making dinner for one used to depress her, especially after she’d moved to the city alone for the job at Sinclair and Associates.

And she had a ...