The Pucking Wrong Number (Pucking Wrong, #1)

by C.R. Jane

I sat in the cramped break room of the office, exhaustion seeping through my bones. Only a few hours left. I could do anything for a few hours, right? It seemed to be what I told myself every day. And kind of like when someone said, “just one step at a time”, thinking they were being helpful…the words rang hollow.

The picture that came in then, it was life changing. Like my DNA had been rewritten. Like my stars had rearranged themselves. I didn’t believe in love at first sight. I didn’t believe in love at all. But if I could have, I would have fallen in love with the girl in that picture.

starting…I wondered. What was it like to not worry about keeping a roof over your head? Or going to the grocery store and getting whatever you wanted—not

"Good girl. That’s my fucking girl."

“To me, you’re everything,”