100 Lifetimes of Us (The Romantics #1)

by Maggie C. Gates

Ophelia was an acquired taste that, like most liquors, still stung no matter how prepared you were.

Some people were weird about giving compliments—as if compliments were a finite resource or something. From the way Meg looked when she walked away, my words had the desired effect. She’d go back to her job feeling on top of the world and keep spreading that positivity to the rest of the bakery. Happiness isn’t a zero-sum game. When you spread it around, everyone wins.

Where’s the wild goose chase of a conversation before you finally find your point?” I stroked my chin, wiggling my jaw back and forth. “I do believe I could procure a feral goose to chase.”