A Very Terrible Text

<p><strong><em>Sometimes the thumbs slip...</em></strong></p><p><br></p><p>She's finally joined the dating app everyone in Cider Cove is raving about...when she accidentally sends a message about wanting to meet up for a first date to her enemy.</p><p><br></p><p><strong>Hillary:</strong></p><p>I've been engaged twice now without becoming a bride and let's just say those failures have made me more career-focused than ever.</p><p><br></p><p>But I just hit the big 3-0 last year and I'm feeling...lonely despite the five best friends I share an enormous house with. I've drawn the short stick this time and I'm dealing with the general contractor about fixing our perpetually leaking roof.</p><p><br></p><p><em>Joy.</em></p><p>Not.</p><p><br></p><p>Liam Graff is a complete beast-and our next-door neighbor-which only makes the way we sometimes gather at the upper floor windows to watch him mow his lawn shirtless a little embarrassing.</p><p><br></p><p>For him. Not us.</p><p><br></p><p>In order to cheer myself up I join the dating app everyone in town can't stop talking about and I've been chatting back and forth with Mr. Hottie from one town over.</p><p><br></p><p>Great. No really it's great. I'm great. He's great.</p><p><br></p><p>Except I've also been texting with Liam about this blasted roof and my invite for dinner in a slinky black dress goes to him instead of Mr. Hottie...</p><p><br></p><p>Before I can correct and explain myself he responds with <em>What time should I pick you up?</em></p><p><br></p><p><strong>That very terrible text may haunt me for the rest of my life...or change it completely.</strong></p>