Love Hacked (Knitting in the City, #3)

by Penny Reid

“Sandra,” Fiona interrupted me, her voice a careful whisper. “Be careful with Alex. There is something not right about him.” “What do you mean?” “Come on. You two have been eye sexing each other all night. It’s hard not to notice.” “Well, I can’t help it. He gives me the zings in my things.” “What does that mean?” “I feel like I have wings.” “Maybe you’re drinking too much Red Bull.” “No. It’s lady quiverings.” “Listen, Doctor Seuss, I don’t care if looking at him makes you want to sing. Look all you want. Just don’t…don’t do anything else.”

Sometimes I applied mascara before crying just to heighten the experience.

It is the burden of the optimist to live a life not knowing why others can’t see the beautiful light within themselves.

I didn’t tell her, because I didn’t think it would help, but all people are lost, to varying degrees. I suspected that it’s only when we love others—through purpose, friendship, romance, or any combination thereof—that we become found.