The Soulmate Equation

by Christina Lauren

“I thought you called me ‘Americano’ the other day,” he said.

“I generally want to commit a felony when I see him,” Jess said, a butter knife held in front of her. “I’m not sure that’s a sign of romantic compatibility.”

“But speaking to him is like having a conversation with a grouchy calculator.”

I realize your default energy level is Cardboard Cutout, but I can’t get to know you if you don’t speak.”

“Are you just not a fan of humans of any size, or…?” He gave her a bemused smile. “Do you want me to back you up here or not?”

Jess threw River a murder look. He threw one right back.

“What did you do to him?” “We did not—” “He’s smil—” “I know,” Jess snapped. “It’s weird. Shut up.”

I wasn’t thinking of this roomful of people when I put the cologne on earlier. I was thinking of you.”

“Johan, Dotty, this is my Jessica.”