Mixed Signals (Lovelight, #3)

by B.K. Borison

This is the third first date I’ve been on this month, and I am tired. Tired of men who are entitled, small-minded, and generally disappointing. What spirit did I disrespect to curse myself with bad date after bad date?

Why are you settling for crumbs when you deserve the whole damn cake?”

You keep showing me pieces of yourself that I want to collect like seashells. I can’t stop thinking about kissing you, and I have no idea how you’d feel about blurring those lines. I don’t want to scare you. I don’t want to get myself in too deep.

“You deserve good things, sweetheart.” He swallows hard, eyes searching mine. “Why can’t you see yourself? Why can’t you see how incredible you are?” “Because,” I say, my voice cracking at the edges. “Because no one else has bothered to.”

I see you, Layla Dupree.” He says it so firmly, so resolute, that I can’t help but believe him. “Clear as day. I always have.”

How long have I been looking somewhere else when Caleb’s been looking right at me?

“You like to date these silly, stupid boys because it’s easier. It’s easier to have a stupid man disappoint you than a good man break your heart.”

“That’s the trouble with falling in love. It’s a messy, ungraceful stumble into a whirlwind of chaos. It doesn’t always feel good. It’s a fall.”

“You just have to trust that the person you’re falling with is smart enough to catch you before you hurt anything important.”