Mixed Signals (Lovelight, #3)

by B.K. Borison

“Why are you giving these guys your time? Why are you settling for crumbs when you deserve the whole damn cake?”

I’ve always had a thing for sweeping love stories. I used to sit at the little wooden table in my grandparents’ kitchen when I was a kid and listen to my abuelo talk about the exact moment he met my grandmother, the love of his life.

Her smile. Her wry humor. The absolute joy she radiates when she talks about … anything. Did he even realize how lucky he was to have all of her attention? I’ve seen her three days a week for the past five years and I don’t think she’s noticed me once.

I guess I’m doing something right, if I can make her smile like that.

She looks happy. “What?” I ask, dazed by that look.

God, she’s beautiful.