Chapter Two

Isla thought she knew exactly how the third date would end.

A handsome man. Manhattan cocktails. Dangerous dimples. And enough chemistry to fog up the windows overlooking the Hudson.

What she didn't expect?

A bedroom disaster so spectacular, she'd be telling the story for the rest of her life.

Some women get flowers.

Isla Monroe got trauma and a future stand-up routine.

Because apparently, the universe had jokes.