Divorced, Desperate and Delicious (Divorced and Desperate, #1)

by Christie Craig

She was like a plain vanilla wafer: good on occasion, but boring on a regular basis.

But men were like dogs. Whenever only one bitch graced their presence, dogs went after her, even if that bitch was just a vanilla wafer. Dogs would eat anything.

They were arguing—well, not out-and-out arguing, but having a male/female spat. The one where the woman was mad about something and the man remained clueless to the reasons. And although he wanted to ask what he’d done, he knew that asking would make matters worse, because women just expected men to know things. Didn’t women know that men didn’t know shit?

The good-girl side of her conscience whispered in her ear to tell him no, but the hot-looking chick wearing red on her other shoulder promptly cold-cocked the idiot in white.

Sex without sex. The words echoed inside her head. She’d never had sex without sex. Sure she’d learned to take the edge off her celibate frustration, but solo orgasms were like cooking for one: With no one to help stir the sauce or taste the spices, it hardly seemed worth it. And while the food might curb the hunger, eating alone made one feel . . . lonely.

“It’s ‘involved’ when you are committed to each other.” He passed a hand over his face. “When you share pieces of your life with someone. When the person matters. When you care.

You can’t make decisions about your life based on my mistakes. We can’t even make decisions based on our own mistakes sometimes. We have to weigh our mistakes against our fears, and then let our heart and brain fight over what’s right.”