Her boyfriend dumped her for a first class skank and she wants revenge. He's her ex's archenemy who wants a little revenge of his own. Pretending to date each other could be the perfect solution to both of their problems, right? Then again, maybe not.

Tuesday: "My poetry is much more of who I am than any word sewage sure to come out of my figurative 'mouth' when I write this to you." Simon: "It doesn't matter. You make me break all my own rules."

..."Does that kiss have anything to do with why we're on a train to New York in the middle of the night?"

COMPLETE! His name was Patrick Fitzpatrick, but he pulverized anyone who dared to call him that. He was an enigma, a mystery. Nobody knew anything completely true about him other than that he hated his name. But hey, I’d always liked solving mysteries.