This is pretty hot to trot when it comes to the horizontal tango and breathless encounters between Celia and Marcus. It starts off with an unexpected, unrestrained and quite frankly unimaginably embarrassing, if they had been caught, interlude between the two of them.
Wham, bam, thank you Mam. All legs in the air and caution to the wind. No wonder one of them ends up leaving the scene of the crime with less clothes than when they encountered each other.
The thing about spontaneous hook-ups is the fact that there is a lack of preparation and in the middle of the heated exchange of tongue hockey one might be more careless than sensible. Hindsight is great teacher, but not an in the moment kind of solution, ergo one might end up having to deal with the repercussions of such a rendezvous. The two-legged variety type of end result.
Of course that makes both Celia and Marcus doubt the sincerity of the other when it comes to any kind of possible relationship. Keep it, get rid of it, play happy family in a conscious uncoupled sort of way?
So many questions and not many answers, especially when the two of them seem to be on different ends of the thinking range. It seems as if the misunderstanding that kept them apart for a long time could possibly be an indicator of future relationship strategies. If that is the case then there is no hope for these two perfectly suited, and yet completely stubborn individuals.
I received a copy of this book courtesy of Harlequin UK and Mills & Boon.