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

by Lynn Painter

Mr. Wrong Number: I texted the wrong number, didn’t I? Me: Yeah, you did.

“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.”

You aren’t a hot mess at all, Livvie. You’re just this . . . this . . . human tornado who is so alive, so filled with the energy of the moment, that there occasionally is a little collateral damage.”