Forked (A Lighthearted Utensil Romance, #1)

by Ruth Cardello

“You lick what’s left of your balls on my pillow when you think I’m not looking so let’s be kinder when it comes to judging each other, okay?”

Am I being robbed by someone in dress shoes?

What kind of criminal irons his pants?

I’m hallucinating—a side effect from a concussion?

“Am I dead? That makes sense. There really was an earthquake, but instead of saving me the table crushed me. And you’re my spirit guide to the other side.” I look around in panic. “Did Mike make it or is he dead too?”

“You’re the answer to questions I never thought my heart would ask.”