You know, I think this is my favorite Vivienne Lorret I've read so far. The previous two in this series were seriously "meh" for me and I almost didn't read this one. I wasn't expecting to like this book as much as I did, mostly because romance novels that depend on misunderstandings as the entire plot make me angry. Romance novels shouldn't make you angry. I get that there is a formula that has to be followed, I just don't want to spend 300 pages on a book that could have been 10 pages if they'd just sat down and had a civilized conversation. Then I just feel cheated and want to throw the book out the window. 
 If that's you too, don't be so quick to throw this one in the "no thanks" pile. Sometimes it works. Sometimes the misunderstanding comes from two people being very human. In my opinion, when it comes to romance novels, good characters are flawed but the best ones are relatably flawed. I could see myself in both of their shoes. 
 There was something really fun about this book. Max and Julia are so very obviously perfect for each other and I loved that everyone but them could see it. There's just the perfect amount of angst, humor, and swoon worthy dialogue. Add to this some fantastic writing, witty banter, and a good ol' heaping plate of HEA and you've got yourself a good way to while away the afternoon.