Mixed Signals (Lovelight, #3)

by B.K. Borison

I take another nibble of my cupcake and consider. She’s right. I’ve put in my time with asshole men. There may be plenty of fish in the sea, but most of those fish are bottom dwellers with weird lanterns hanging off the front of their faces. They lure you in and steal your brownies.

“You’re a mastermind,” I whisper against his mouth.