Finding You

I figured being an extra for a local production would be a harmless distraction-a way for me to forget my charmed life is imploding. Sure, I'm the one who blew the whistle on my family business, but that doesn't make it any easier to sit around in the fallout. Worse, I have to spend every last minute on set with a woman who was hurt by my parents' greed. I'm determined to help her, thereby evening the scales of justice, but Delia Evans is so sunshiney and naïve and . . .Well, extra. And, to my utter astonishment, I find myself wanting more of her.

It's not every day you get asked to be a bridesmaid for the wedding of your ex and your ex-best friend. Call me lucky? My grandmother thinks I'm crazy for agreeing, but I can't let those so-and-sos know they've pummeled my self-worth . . . even if it's true. Then my grandmother goes off the deep end and tells everyone that I have a boyfriend. A pediatric surgeon boyfriend. Worse, she's shown them his photograph. The guy in question? He's a hot piece of bad news. He may have befriended my grandmother, but he's far from being in my good graces.

I don't want a new roommate. I especially don't want a new roommate who's loud, mouthy, and so painfully hot I can't keep my eyes off her. Not that I'm interested in Mira Evans. She's made it very clear that she agrees with the ex who famously broke up with me for being "too basic." But Mira breaks her ankle a few hours after moving in, and a couple of days later we're stuck in an elevator . . . in the dark. Now, this woman I wanted to avoid knows more about me than some of my best friends.