The Best Worst Thing: An Intimate Romance of Infertility, Betrayal, and Second Chances

by Lauren Okie

“I want to kiss you, Nicole,” Logan said. Her whole body jolted. “You know that, right?” She nodded. Every inch of her seized, and she just nodded. “I had a feeling, yeah.” She pressed her foot against his a little harder. He pressed back. “You just tell me when, then.” “Okay.”

When we do this, you’re going to know exactly how much I want you, exactly what I’m doing here, and exactly what kind of man I am. I don’t want there to be any confusion about that, ever again.”

“And I’m an excellent wedding date, I’ll have you know. I offer three key services: dress zipping, coconut shrimp hoarding, and impractical shoe remediation via piggyback rides to and from the hotel.

“Just make sure they put as many pickles as—” “Humanly possible on there, and ketchup and mustard instead.” She laughed, walking away. “Oh, and a—” “Massive Diet Coke?” He waved her off. “I’m not new here.”

🫶🏼

they’d get to know you, and they’d think you were great, and also that you were literally 3D-printed for me,

“I’d 3D-print you in a heartbeat.”