UGH! I was totally expecting to love this one as much as I loved the first two in this series...but I just didn't. I actually thought about not reading it all the way through, but I was at the half way point, so I went ahead and finished it, which I have to say, I'm glad that I did. Let me explain.
I didn't really feel an amazing connection to the characters this time....and I didn't really feel THEIR connection either. I don't know if it's because it happened so fast, or what. Unlike the first two books, where most of the book was spent with the H&H trying to connect in a romantic way, Gemma and Sean connected right away and then the entire books was spent watching them struggle. I really didn't have a chance to fall in love with either of them, although at least with Gemma, you got to know her in the second book a little bit....
Anyway, I started to enjoy it more towards the end, so I AM glad that I stuck with it, but the whole book just fell a little flat for me....which makes me sad, cause I have loved this series so far. Fingers crossed for the next one - The Penalty Box.
A few moments I enjoyed:
They sat a few minutes more in silence. Gemma kept trying to picture more details of her dream man, but none were forthcoming. She glanced at Frankie hopefully.
"See anything?"
"I see...I see...a big, steaming tostada on a plate."
Gemma sighed.
"What about you?" Frankie wanted to know. "Anyone?"
"Someone tall, with kind blue eyes and a really good laugh."
"Sounds promising."
Gemma reached forward and gently snuffed out the red candle.
Frankie looked disappointed. "That's it? no incantations? No flying monkeys? Nothing?"
"Feel free to say an incantation if you want."
"That's your realm, Glinda, not mine."
"Then I guess the spell is complete." Gemma hugged her knees to her chest. "Let's just hope it worked.
He paused, recalling Socrates Campbell's words of wisdom. So what is Gemma was different? Wasn't that what had attracted him to her in the first place? To automatically assume she wouldn't fit in was narrow-minded and ignorant, two adjectives he didn't want applied to him. At the very least he owed Gemma an apology. In the best of all possible worlds, she would forgive him and maybe, just maybe, agree to a real date with him. Assumming she didn't catch sight of him and tell him to go to hell immediately. Or send me there herself.
"Are you pulling my pistol? He's screwing someone who looks like Malibu Barbie?"
Gemma nodded.
"That's pretty fast if you ask me. He must have been nobbing her all along."
Gemma grimaced, hating Grankie's penchant for brutal truth.
"Are you saying you'll watch Nonna on Sundays, Sharmaine?" Michael asked.
"I can't," Sharmaine said cooly. "I'm busy."
"Doing what?" Anthony chortled. "Letting Father Flynn slip you his special communion wafer?"
"Bite my ass Anthony," Sharmaine snapped.
"Just one bite?" Anthony lobbed back. "Two or three might help make it smaller."
His mother reached out, putting a hand on his knee. "You sure you're all right? You forget: I'm a mother which means I've got a built-in bullshit detector. What's going on?"
"I don't know if you could tell by seeing her for those few seconds, but Gemma's not exactly a typical firefighter's girlfriend, you know?"
JJ looked appalled. "What the hell does that mean?"
"I told you about the night we went out with some guys from my house. It was a disaster."
JJ put down her fork. "Okay, let me make sure I'm getting this straight. You miss Gemma, but you're hesitant to get back with her because a few of the boneheads you work with think she's a little offbeat?"
"I guess," Sean muttered.
"Then you ARE an idiot."
"Gee, thanks."
"You wanted to know what I think; there it is. No offense, but who the hell cares what those guys think of Gemma? It's what you think that matters."
"They'll give me shit, JJ. They already have."
"Then give it back to them! We all give each other shit about everything anyway! If it's not Gemma, it'll be something else. This is ridiculous, Sean. Are Leary and those other yahoos the ones you're going to come home to after a long day's work? Are they going to give you a family? Grow old with you? I know you worked hard to get them to accept you, but you succeeded, Sean. Any hell you catch from here on in is just bluster. And if it's not, then I think you need to get yourself from new friends. Life's too short to screw around with this stuff," she concluded in a choking voice.
Sean thought her good had gone down the wrong pipe. Then he realized: She was starting to cry.