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  Praise for Mixed Signals

  Mixed Signals is funny, snarky, and heart warming romance that I couldn’t put down. I can’t wait for the next book in the series.

  Author D.W. Marshall

  I also liked the humor in the book, and the author’s writing style was enjoyable.

  Amazon Reviewer, crzyjeeves

  There’s no mixed feelings on this one, I’m glad I read it.

  Amazon Reviewer, Katherine C.

  Cute. Cute. Cute. This sent me into a tailspin. Think zombie but instead of brains, I wanted more books like this one. Cute with a bit of spice, and all things naughty and nice.

  Goodreads reviewer, Nicole

  Mixed Signals was an unexpected surprise for me.

  Goodreads reviewer, Despina

  Enemies to lovers is my favorite troupe and this one just rocks it! If you like hate at first site books with convincing plot, great characters, hilarious banter, an uptight heroine, a swoon worthy hero, then please go for it. It was an enjoyable read and I like it a lot!

  Goodreads reviewer, bookreviewer_98

  Also by Mia Heintzelman

  It’s Got A Ring To It

  The Stack w/a Emmaline Zanthi

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  The all mixed up series

  Mixed Signals

  Mixed Match

  Mia Heintzelman

  Mixed Match

  Copyright © 2019 by Mia Heintzelman

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, now known or hereafter invented, including photocopying and recording, xerography, or in any information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  First Levi Lynn Books edition November 2019.

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  Levi Lynn Books can bring authors to your live event. For more information or to book an event, visit our website at www.miaheintzelman.com.

  Editing by Faith Freewoman

  Cover design and Formatting by Tangled Covers

  Manufactured in the United States of America

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  Cataloguing-in-Publication Data

  ISBN 9780999049341 (trade pbk.) | ISBN 9780999049358 (ebook)

  Name: Heintzelman, Mia, author.

  Title: Mixed Match / Mia Heintzelman

  Description: Mia Heintzelman | Las Vegas: Mia Heintzelman, 2019.

  Subjects: Romance | Humorous fiction.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  For my crazy mixed up family.

  Thank you for believing in my dream.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Acknowledgments

  Mixed Emotions

  Chapter One

  There’s more…

  Newsletter

  About Mia Heintzelman

  Chapter One

  Sophia Kent dug her fingers under the sides of the box, and for a split second this move to Portland didn't feel as daunting as she made it out to be.

  But then she steadied her legs, squatted for leverage, and strained to heft the box, determined to pry it off the floor...and the dang thing wouldn't budge.

  "Come. On." She heaved and struggled some more. Not even an inch. She gritted her teeth, wiggled her butt to resettle, and dug her heels into the thick, cloudy gray carpet, pulling up with all her might. Still didn’t budge.

  "Ugh." She groaned, finally releasing her hold. She was about two seconds from pouting and stamping her feet. Let go and let God. She breathed. In and out. Again.

  But it still frosted her cookies something awful. She could do this. She needed to do this. With both hands on her hips, she kicked the box with her sneaker-clad foot, stubbing her toe in the process. "Ow!!!. Sugar-Honey-Iced-Tea."

  "Oh come on, you can do better than that. Give me a good, pissed-off ‘fuck,’ or an angry-ass ‘dammit.’"

  Sophia almost jumped out of her skin at the voice, but quickly recognized it and rolled her eyes instead. "Must you be so crass all the time?"

  "And say it like you mean it, too. I don't want to hear anything about h-e-double hockey sticks, either."

  Sophia finally turned to see her flawless, perky cousin Julie standing behind her.

  Even for as labor-intensive an occasion as moving, Julie was fierce in fluorescent pink athleisure wear with her bale of glossy curls bound by an equally neon yellow bandana. A far cry from the high school volleyball shorts and dingy black T-shirt Sophia dug out of the box designated for donations because everything else was packed.

  Behind Julie stood her shiny new Italian wet dream of a fiancé, Nico, who was biting back a grin. Apparently they'd been there just long enough to witness Sophia's little tantrum.

  "Peachy. Just doggone peachy." Sophia plopped down on the gigantic box of books. "If y'all love me, don't say anything. Just...shut up." She waved them off.

  "I see you're still holding on to your little facade. What'd you do, look up a list of Southern euphemisms and decide to insert one every other sentence?" Her cousin was definitely one of those high-anxiety, blunt people you either loved or hated.

  Sometimes it took even Sophia a good long minute to remember Julie was a worrier because her love was so fierce. She was a good person she just lacked...tact.

  Julie picked up a roll of tape and started over to a group of boxes in the corner. But not before Sophia noticed the telling look she gave Nico.

  "What was that about?" She watched a mischievous grin toy at the corners of Julie's mouth, then she turned to Nico. "Well? The look, what did it mean?"

  "This is between you guys." He stepped back, holding up his hands. A surefire sign Sophia hadn't misread the look.

  She eyed him over the top of her nose. "Don't even try to sneak out. Tell me what’s going on, because I know she won't."

  A screech of tape jerked Sophia's attention back to Julie, who’d already sealed one box and moved on to another. "It means your mom is about to get hooked up, so now we've got to find someone new for you too. Whether it’s here in Vegas or in Portland makes no difference. But hopefully it’ll happen before you go falling into your mopey horror-movies-and-ice-cream phase."

  "I do not have a horror-movies-and-ice-cream phase."

  "You do. The first step to healing is acceptance. Now, accept you're not even from the South and please start acting like you again. I miss my crazy, sassy, foulmouthed cousin."

  For a second Julie turned off the always-on, aggressive-boss-babe schtick. She was serious. "No more hold ‘your horses,’ or ‘peachy,’ or ‘doggone peachy.’ Just be you. You probably don't realize it, but you started this nonsense when you became a Harman.

  “Since you're not anymore, I want you go to Portland tomorrow, live in your Barbie Dreamhouse there, and make it your own. I don’t want it to be anything like this fucking lifeless, lonely showpiece with its cold grays and modern lines. It’s an outdated, two-story museum without
the benefit of pictures hanging on the wall, or any signs that love ever lived here. Don’t look back at this place, or Assface (yet another lovely term of endearment for Sophia's ex-husband, Austin Harman, whose name Julie refused to say aloud). You don't need him or his money."

  Of course her cousin was right. A ton of money had been thrown at the house but it never felt like Sophia’s home.

  Julie looked down at the box she was working on and scrawled on the side with permanent marker. With a long inhale she seemed to reset herself to playful mode. "And for fuck’s sake, curse like you're a badass, knife-wielding chef with your big girl panties on, not an elementary school teacher." She winked.

  Nico, who just so happened to educate a couple of dozen second-graders every day, gave her a wounded look before he narrowed his eyes.

  "No offense, babe." Julie flicked an apologetic pucker at him.

  He winked in the totally smitten way people do only during the honeymoon phase. "None taken."

  A roar of laughter from downstairs pinballed off the walls. Of course Sophia recognized the loudest, most high-pitched laugh was her mom. As expected, she'd proven to be as useless as ever—what with her ratio of two glasses of Pinot Grigio to one item of bubble-wrapped flatware.

  But then a deep bass chortle joined the laughter.

  Sophia bent her ear toward the hall. "Wait. Who all’s downstairs?"

  "My mom, Stan, and Aunt Helen. You know Aunt Helen sent us up here to help you see the ‘merits’ of staying." She laughed. "Oh, and your mom's boo is supposed to be on his way, and you know how that’s going to go. It is going to be a straight-up shitshow. They've already been arguing about it." She was undoubtedly talking about their bickering mothers, who could come up with a bone of contention with anything and anyone.

  "Already?"

  "You know Aunt Helen is never going to let Mom live this down." Julie cocked her head. The knowing grin she gave Sophia said you know you want to go watch this train wreck with me.

  She did.

  Sophia sighed, let her head fall forward and her arms slump at her sides, still annoyed about her inability to move the box by herself.

  Acceptance is key. Weakness is only temporary.

  "Fine. Let's go downstairs." She popped up off the box and walked over to hug Julie and Nico.

  "You all right?" Nico asked before releasing her. His big, kind brown eyes gleamed with empathy and concern. "You do realize we're here to help. It doesn't have to be a one-woman show." He flitted a glance toward the world's heaviest box.

  Nico really was a good guy. Sophia couldn't be happier that her cousin was marrying him. And while she appreciated the thought behind his offer, she couldn't pretend a one-woman show wasn't exactly the new city circus her life was headed toward. "Actually, it does. I kind of need to get used to doing things for myself." By myself.

  It's funny how things don't work out.

  She wrung her hands, wishing she could rewind the conversation to just before she took that serious tone.

  "But...no sense in sweating the small stuff, right?" She shrugged, going for nonchalant while she swallowed over the catch in her throat. Lord, I'm speaking inspirational Instagram now. Maybe I do need someone new.

  The second the three of them reached the bottom of the marble stairs, Sophia’s mom jumped up from the oversized leather sectional where she'd been completely in her element with a full wineglass in her bedazzling, bejeweled hand. As always, she was show-ready with expertly highlighted chestnut hair, a shiny sequined blouse, and glossy red lips, just in case someone happened to have a readily available mic. "We've got it covered down here. Don't worry about a thing." Completely ignoring that she was still sitting next to the same two boxes she supposedly taped up an hour ago.

  She set her glass down on the table, which clearly meant she was transitioning into business mode. Then she got up, walked over, and squared herself to Sophia, hands on each of her shoulders, her expression hopeful.

  "Have you reconsidered yet? Given any thought to staying here in Las Vegas?" Her mom lowered her chin and deepened her gaze, as if she could somehow see inside Sophia's heart.

  "No, Mom," Sophia’s reply sounded strained since she couldn’t believe she still needed to justify her actions to her mother at all. Somehow, some way, she knew her mom would turn everything around and make it about her instead of Sophia, but this was bigger than a move—bigger than running away from home. For Sophia this was about chasing a new life.

  Lord, she needed a clean slate in the worst way.

  Her mom's attention flicked to Julie and Nico. All the emotion and hope drained from her no-nonsense expression, the pained sigh and pursed lips directed at them a dead giveaway. Their inability to talk some sense into Sophia was clearly unacceptable in her eyes.

  Look how cute Julie and Nico are.

  By September they would be married in a crazy, fairy-tale wedding. And Aunt Marian and Stan? Adorable. It didn’t get better than two sweet people holding hands after finding each other so late in life. Even their romance was a result of her mom's meddlesome matchmaking.

  And then there was her mom. A stubborn mule with Sophia's shared fate. Mom made it clear she'd given love the old college try with Dad and it didn’t work out, and that was that for her attempt at love. No three strikes rule, just a one-and-done.

  Stubborn ass, more like.

  “When is the guy getting here, Mom?”

  “Don’t try to change the subject. Besides, like I told Marian. I’m simply going meet the man and be cordial long enough to send him on his way. All this mushy foo-foo stuff? It simply isn’t in the cards for me anymore.”

  “Oh cards, schmards. So get some new cards—a new dream—and move on. I am.”

  Sophia knew all about new dreams. Two years ago it seemed like she’d figured out the answers to all the age-old questions about love and life. She was married to a man who could give her the world, and blissfully on the verge of her motherhood and a picket fence dream—a royal flush in terms of possible hands to be dealt, considering her own upbringing.

  But then everything was taken away. Again. She was meant to be alone. And finally she was okay with it.

  The second she truly accepted it, she could breathe. All the walls came down, and she was free—to go and be wherever and whoever she wanted, without expectations and repeating cycles. The fact that the divorce was finalized and the Patton Place house was now hers confirmed she was right. It was time to get a new dream.

  But those were Sophia’s cards, not her mother’s. Down to the very marrow of her bones, Sophia hoped her mom would find the courage to open up again, try again.

  No matter how much it hurts, or how much you just want to curl up in a ball and rewind time to do it all over again in some alternate reality where things work out. Where you end up in a perfect marriage with a beautiful, healthy baby girl in your arms instead of only in your heart.

  This move to Portland was as much to prove the benefits of new dreams to Mom as it was for Sophia. She had to try. If Sophia could relocate to another state and start all over again, her mom could go on a few dates.

  A smile tugged at her mouth when she thought about the cute little old man from church Aunt Marian was setting her mom up with. But then she met her mom’s unblinking look as she raised a brow.

  "What?"

  "You're running."

  "I’m not running. I’m daring to imagine a new life. What about you? Have you considered giving this guy, this Otis, a real chance?"

  For all of two minutes they stood there. The question charged the air. A dang face-off/stare-down brewed, complete with squinted eyes and a nonverbal bluff call before Mom shifted her weight and stuck out her hip. Sophia couldn't take the silence a second longer.

  "Mom, what are you thinking about?" A sputter of laughter erupted from deep in her belly. She knew good and well her mom had a flare for dramatics. No matter what harebrained idea floated around beneath the tumbleweed atop her head, it couldn't be a goo
d one.

  She watched as Mom rubbed her forefinger over her top lip while she continued biting down on the bottom one.

  "Uh-oh. That's the same look she gave me before fixing me up with Stanley," Aunt Marian snickered…because it’s obvious that she’s warning Sophia.

  "The woman is ruthless in her pursuits." Stanley added. "Watch out, now."

  Everyone laughed, including Sophia. She could feel the tension in the room evaporate. If anyone knew her mother was a ballbuster of a woman, it was Sophia. They were connected down to their DNA, inseparable and insufferable together when they were teamed up. But it was time they stopped leaning on each other.

  "Okay, Mom. I know this face. Out with it." She snapped her fingers bringing her mom back to earth.

  Mom's brows knitted together, as if she was struggling to find the right words. "This is what I'm talking about. I mentioned to Marian one time that this guy had a nice smile, and now she's setting me up. I mean, he's nice enough, but I don't know the guy. Still, you want me to find someone, or rather, give this guy a real chance, right?"

  "Right," Sophia said, still not following where her mom was going with this line of reasoning.

  "All I really want is for my only daughter to remain living in Las Vegas with me. So...how about we come to a little understanding?" She used her most velvety voice for this part. And sure enough, Mom was preparing for a total bomb drop. "So we both get what we want."