The Good Lie

by A.R. Torre

Honestly, it’s the nicest people you have to worry the most about.

Trust me, the better the motion, the more screwed up the ocean.”

I was reminded why I was single. Men were idiots. Frustrating, unreadable idiots.

I needed an eligible man—or a fresh batch of batteries—something to take my mind off the one bachelor I should be staying far, far away from.