Neanderthal Seeks Human (Knitting in the City, #1)

by Penny Reid

She said I owned the clothes of a radiologist and the shoes of an OB/GYN, which is like the medical doctor equivalent of saying that I dressed like a librarian with a propensity for fuck-me boots.

“You’re welcome. And thanks for letting me interrupt your lunch.” I shrugged. “Oh, no problem; feel free to interrupt anytime.” “Really? Anytime?” The corner of his mouth hooked to the side and he dipped his chin as though to force me to meet his gaze. “That’s a dangerous thing to say if you don’t mean it. I might interpret that to include lunch, dinner, and breakfast.”

I have no desire to cherish each person’s bullshit and call it a beautiful snowflake. I will not make excuses for all the ways they treat the people around them like garbage.