There are a million other things I should be doing with my time...cleaning my house, riding my motorcycle, cooking my family dinner, talking to my Mother on the phone. But I can't. I just....can't. There are too many good books to read.
For someone who was supposed to be 40-years old the heroine was a hair trigger immature witch at times. Her best friend was horrible. The hero was amazing, wonderful and understanding up until the last event. Which was totally out of character for him.