The structure of the book is a little weird (categories often have weird structure, which is one of the reasons I don't typically read them): they meet, they abrade, he apologizes for ulterior motives but then the sexual tension gets to both of them and they really start going at it. He's a sweetie who helps her get the roofing tar off her. She drops everything to be at the hospital with him when his grandmother (her friend) has a stroke. She wears a smoking hot dress. They have sex in her elevator (really!). They shares stories about their childhoods. Not necessarily in that order. He goes off to do his job. She feels bereft when he doesn't call. He feels awful being away from her. Very, very, very hurried make-up meet at the end of the book as grandma/friend delivers all the equipment she wanted for the senior center she's building in the tiny town of Augsburg. (I'm still cracking up over Wiebeville. Mostly because of how many of my relatives have the last name Wiebe, altho mine are all from the Canadian Mennonites, rather than the Mennonites that wound up in Kansas, they all have the same ancestry. As long as I'm on the subject tho, I seriously question that there would be any significant amount of stained glass in a church founded by a Franz Wiebe. Seriously sounds very un-Mennonite-y. Not that anyone would care.)
It's hard to know whether to say this was good or bad. I enjoyed it a lot, but that could be the awful-bad-head-cold speaking. If I weren't sick, I might have found this thing unreadably lame (in fact, I did find it unreadable on a previous occasion). OTOH, K.'s got pretty good judgment and she really thought I'd like this one. I guess if you're looking for a little light reading while under the weather, you probably won't go wrong on this one.
Bummer, tho -- another author blog with not much to say recently. Worse than Willoughby, even -- the latest stuff is from 2008. Yikes.