Mr. Wrong Number (Mr. Wrong Number, #1)

by Lynn Painter

He was flexing his hand like he was Mr. Darcy at freaking Netherfield?

I licked my lower lip, about to blabber some bullshit small talk, when his hands came up to my face and his mouth came down on mine.

“I love you. I know I screwed everything up and I know we were going to keep it casual, but I somehow fell in love with you. I can’t believe it myself, but in spite of our lifetime of hatred for each other, I am completely lost without you in my life.”