“You know, that’s why people get so mad at a miscommunication trope.” Saylor tipped her head back as she drank the last bit of her mimosa. “What the hell is a miscommunication trope?” Ruby grumped. “I swear you make this shit up.” Saylor owned a romance bookstore, and it had become one of my favorite places to visit since I’d returned home. “Um… that’s a hard no. It’s real. Both in fiction and, apparently, in real life. People can really fuck things up if they want to,” Peyton said.
