I have my reasons for walking into Chelsea Singer's cupcake shop with an axe. Too bad I've forgotten what they are. Hell, I forgot my own name the second she flashed those blue eyes and offered up a double-fudge cupcake with Irish cream frosting. I may look like a grumpy lumberjack, but I'm a softie for sweets, single moms, and my massive, messy family. The family stuff gets messier now that we're running a resort together on...