Forked (A Lighthearted Utensil Romance, #1)

by Ruth Cardello

I moved to Providence right before the pandemic and work from home, so suffice it to say, I don’t have a busy social calendar.

Guessing this was a way to pass time during the pandemic. Okay, purr

“But when life closes an elevator door it opens a mailbox.”

OMFL

“So your origin story is the same as Captain America. God, I’m unoriginal.”

“If he’s not up to your standards . . . what would you do? Fork him up?”

“Thankfully, my social life is none of your forking business.”

“Not even forking close.”

“I’m sure that most women, if given the chance, would fork him, and he’s super strong.” I laugh snort at my own joke. “Fork him. Get it?”

The amount of fork jokes in this book is insane 🤣

I hope none of you are hoping I’ll save you. Nothing we did mattered. We failed ourselves and humanity. I thought I was a hero, but, in reality, I was most useful as a fork.

Oof why did this lowkey get sad

Two months later

MY MAN HUGH LEFT HER HIGH AND DRY FOR TWO FORKING MONTHS?!

A second later she’s holding up the spoon she’d dropped as well as— My breath catches in my throat. “My favorite fork.”

HUGHY TRANSFORMED BACK INTO A FORK?!

“I’m not a princess in a fairy tale. I’m a regular woman with a slightly toxic relationship with my parents, a lifetime of anxiety, and a wild imagination.”

Same girl same