Make a Scene (Lovestruck, #1)

by Mimi Grace

There were only two things Retta Majors truly hated: (1) low-rise jeans and (2) people who smugly corrected anyone who misidentified Frankenstein as the monster.

She’d once read most people end up with a partner who lives in walking or driving distance from them. That information made relationships less ethereal and more about proximity and convenience.

“The thing is, I don’t want to seem bothered,” Retta said. “You left me a two-minute voice mail,” her friend repeated. “As I said, I was in shock.”

Besides, she was a woman with a lot to be proud of: she was a business owner, someone who flossed daily, and she once used a meditation app for fourteen days straight.

Being the older sibling, however, had made her a little bossy growing up.

“I also got us reasonable parking and a scone recipe.”

Would the fake dating guidebook consider any of this flirting? Maybe.

Duncan got the parrot and strode back to her with it. He looked so powerful. Like an action hero at the end of a movie, leaving a site seconds before an explosion went off behind him. He even carried the five-foot stuffed toy over his shoulder as one might carry a well-worn leather jacket.

“But I think the biggest thing you taught me is I don’t want a love like yours.”

You can’t slip into pining and stressing when someone is singing in falsetto over a synth.

But if he was going to give this relationship thing a go, he had to do it right. Romance was the name of the game.

“And as my official, very real boyfriend you should know I’ll need one to two of your hoodies, your Netflix login information, and a ride until I get my car back. Oh, and food.”