“I keep telling Mr. Wrong Number I don’t need him anymore but he just won’t let me go.” He tossed his phone beside mine and rolled on top of me. “Can you blame him? When you find your perfect Misdial, you can’t let her go.” I felt his words pulse through my veins like thick honey. I whispered, “I love you, Mr. Wrong Number.” Colin kissed the tip of my nose. “I love you, too, Miss Misdial.”
