Running The Garment Swap keeps me so busy I almost forget that I’ve been on a three-year dating hiatus. I tell my mom I’m too picky, but the truth is, I’m too shy. Case in point? The ridiculously handsome mural artist next door. I’ve exchanged three electrifying glances with him, and now I have the perfect excuse to talk to him—a letter that fell out of his donated clothing. I should just hand it back and leave it at that. I shouldn’t overthink it, blush profusely, or let my imagination run wild about where this could lead. So guess what I do...
