It sounds like a weird trope, but it's not. It combines two of my favorite things, eavesdropping and emotional damage.

I'm tired, again, always, forever. Alph got hit by a horrible scooter man. I have emotions, but only at the saddest of paintings. I had to work on the 4th of July (observed). I hate being outdoors and people who riff too hard on a bass. I love Selling Sunset (not a new revelation) and Turkish oil wrestling (a new revelation). And G-wagons don't belong in Worcester. I don't want to see it; I'm not jealous; I'm sad that you've mismanaged your money and didn't get an XC90.

Lionhearted - Diana Palmer SORRY

Bet Me - Jennifer Crusie

Sweet Dreams - Kristen Ashley