tragedy in humor.
to be with the man I loved. The one who was supposed to love and cherish me in
blind dates was an ongoing tragedy.
son, Hayden. But when Hayden had a life-threatening allergic reaction, the man
who came to help my little boy became my own savior. His laugh, his smile, and
the way his eyes lit up when he spoke to my son made him a beacon of light in
both our lives.
friend had fallen for, I knew following my heart would once again lead to a fresh
round of heartbreak.
“You’re going to laugh.”
“It’s because I can’t hear things.”
“What kinds of things are you trying to hear?”
“I don’t know. Strange noises and things…”
“Do I need to spell it out for you?” She’s trying to sound annoyed, but I can hear the smile in her voice.
“Apparently, because I have no idea what you’re talking about. What kinds of strange noises are you going to hear? I usually turn my TV up to block out all the strange sounds like the neighbor’s kids and the lady behind me that sounds like Fran fucking Drescher.”
“You know who Fran Drescher is?”
“My mother was a big fan of that stupid show she was in. Stop changing the subject. What are you listening for? Hayden won’t sneak out.”
“What if someone breaks in?”
“You’re not serious.”
“Of course I’m serious!”
“What do you do all night?” I ask.
“Work,” she admits. “Well, usually I clean, and then I work.”
“I’m coming over.”
The panic in her voice doesn’t make her sound upset about the idea, but afraid.
Is it because she likes me?
“Why not?” I ask.
“It’s like nine o’clock.”
“Are you about to turn orange and sprout a stem?”
“That and I’m not wearing a bra, if you must know.”
“So put it back on.”
“You don’t understand. That’s like saying put your jeans back on.”
“I am in jeans,” I lie just to get a reaction out of her.
“What is wrong with you?” she cries.
“What’s wrong with jeans?”
“They’re stiff and uncomfortable. Wearing jeans all day is basically equivalent to walking on sandpaper. But at least you guys have pockets that will actually hold something larger than a thimble and don’t ride up your ass.”
Now on to the story. Ella is a single mom who would be happy not dating and just spending time with her son but her mom and best friend set her up on dates and join and manage dating profiles for her. After falling for Patrick, Ella is rightfully skeptical of men and finds flaws (or strikes as she calls them) about every man she is set up with.
Enter Coen, her BFF’s neighbor. He’s a hot, sweet firefighter who helps her son in an emergency. So of course Ella feels gratitude towards him. And that’s all she can feel because she sees the crush her BFF has on Coen so she’s going to keep it nothing but friendly.
This was a very sweet story with some surprising turns that I was expecting but not how I was expecting them. You will truly enjoy Ella and Coen’s relationship from friends to lovers with some hilarity mixed in.
Mariah grew up in a tiny town outside of Portland, Oregon where she spent most of her time immersed in the pages of books that she both read and created.
She has a love for all things that include her family, good coffee, books, traveling, and dark chocolate. She’s also obsessed with Christmas ornaments and all things Disney.