Crossed Signals

Aubrey

I'm good at a lot of things.

Arguing in court, reading people, and knowing when a man is about to disappoint me. Dating, though? I'm apparently terrible at that. Somewhere between my second drink and the first red flag I can't unsee, I start picking men apart like it's my job. Which, oftentimes actually is.

Still, continuing to stay single has never been a problem for me . . . until it suddenly is.

When annoying workplace gossip leaves me needing to flaunt a new man, I decide the best ...