A Review of The Right Wrong Number by Barbara Delinsky

BarbaraDelinsky, and I found her writing to be emphatic and easy to follow. The story centersaround Carly Kelly, the owner of Plant People, a nursery and flower shop. She'soffered a potentially life-changing opportunity to partner with Mayer’s, amajor home store chain.

Withonly four days to decide, Carly calls her friends Bibi and Hank to share thenews—but she accidentally dials the wrong number. On the other end is astranger named Charlie, whose sexy, intriguing voice catches her off guard.Instead of hanging up, Carly keeps talking. Charlie is kind, curious about hershop, and genuinely supportive. Their conversation flows effortlessly, and shefinds herself opening up to him. Just as their connection deepens, disasterstrikes—her phone drops into a bucket of water, cutting the call short. 

Withno way to recover the number, Carly tries various combinations on her new phonebut can't reach Charlie again. Still, his advice sticks with her. She consultsa lawyer (also a customer) to review the Mayer’s deal, and together they makeadjustments that protect her business interests. Yet, Charlie lingers in herthoughts, and she keeps searching for him online. 

Then,in a serendipitous twist, on the final night of celebrating her independence asa businesswoman, the store phone rings. The voice on the other end stops her inher tracks—it’s Charlie. He’s been trying to find her too and finally trackedher down. He asks her out to dinner... and that’s where the story ends. 

Overall,this was a quick and delightful read. Though the ending felt a bit abrupt (Iwould’ve loved a glimpse of their dinner!), I enjoyed the story’s charm andsimplicity. I especially appreciated the mutual drive between Carly and Charlieto reconnect. I’d definitely read more from Barbara Delinsky. 

Rating:4 Stars 

Someof my favorite lines: 

Thevoice on the other end held an audible smile. “I think I would love that. Whois this?”

Thatquickly, Carly went from relief that she’d said it all to mortification—becausenow that he’d spoken more than just a hello, she could hear that the man on theother end wasn’t Hank. This man’s voice was deeper. It was slower and morerelaxed. Definitely more sexy.

“Ohdear,” she said, totally mortified. “And my speech was so good.”

Helaughed. “It was great. That’s a really neat opportunity you have.”