Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Bouncer (Wrong Number, Right Grump #11)

I meant to tear my landlord apart. I called the wrong man. He listened to every word—and called me back.

ARCHER Thirty-nine. Former Army. Six months running the door at Lucky Tap without a single complication I didn’t choose. I keep the peace, keep people at a distance, and go home alone.

Then a wrong number lands in my phone and a woman unloads four minutes of righteous fury about an eviction notice, a color-coded spreadsheet, and the worst day of her life. I should forget her number.

Instead, I text her. Two weeks later, she walks into my bar looking for marketing work and somehow leaves as our newest bartender.

Now she’s breaking glasses, charming the regulars, and giving me a reason to find excuses to leave my door every damn night.

MAYA I lose my career, my apartment, and possibly my sanity in the span of one spectacularly awful day.

Yelling at a complete stranger because I dialed the wrong number should’ve been the final humiliation. Instead, Archer calls me back.

He’s gruff, quiet, and annoyingly good at listening without trying to fix me.

And when my attempt to rebuild my marketing career lands me behind the bar he’s guarding every night, I discover something even more dangerous.

The grumpy mountain of a man at the door is the first person in a long time who makes me feel like I don’t need a plan at all.