Three Ways to Mend a Broken Heart (Destination Love Book 2)

Imagine dating a guy for six months, and then one night, you make him dinner, recreating your first date so you can say “I love you” for the first time. Romantic, right? No. Because when you dress up as dessert, he tells you he’d rather be a party of one. So now, you’re crying in your whipped cream b**bs, drinking a bottle of tequila, and debating on cutting bangs. Rock bottom, you say?