Six years ago, Cassie had two romantic weeks with Sandro, culminating in a single night of unprotected passion. He was all, gosh, love you heaps, let’s get married, yeah? Just gotta head back to Italy for a while, but will definitely call. Bye!
He didn’t call. For two months, Cassie left him voice mails and sent him texts. In her last effort, she actually got him on the phone, told him she was pregnant and he said: never call again.
Bastard.
So she didn’t. She gave birth to twins, got a job as an accountant, and then got another job heading up the accountancy department in a small firm owned by one of her dad’s friends, who threw in a reduced flat rent in London.
Everything was going mostly swimmingly until the new owner showed up at the big staff wine and dine get together, and it turns out he’s Sandro. Now Alessandro Marchese (calling him Sandro makes him angry), and while he looks at Cassie with insta-lust, he says and does nothing else to acknowledge their relationship and Cassie is wounded and furious. And then they touch and boom – he has a brain explosion and passes out at her feet.
Six years ago, Alessandro was in a big car accident and lost the preceding six weeks of his life, so he’d blocked out all memories to do with Cassie so naturally, he’s super-surprised and shocked, and she’s really hot and let’s do it, my headache’s fine, and oh I have twins? Must meet them immediately and be their daddy. Cassie’s all nice try buster, but I told you about them eight weeks after you went home, and left you all these texts and messages which you never responded to, and even if you didn’t remember me, should have been pretty obvious that SOMETHING happened, so I still think you’re a jerk.
Which, let’s face it: he is. He’s hot and rich, but he’s really selfish. There’s a big hint dropped early in the book around these headaches which I thought might be slightly mitigating, but it doesn’t turn out that way. In fact, the big reveal only makes him seem worse. And while not remembering her is genuine, not contacting her and deliberately blanking her from his life is really low. But water under the bridge, we all make mistakes, and no children of his are going to live in a two bedroom hovel when he has a castle in Italy, and Cassie is sexy, so here’s some emotional blackmail to get this renewed relationship to stick.
I didn’t 100% dislike him. He attempted to have a progressive view of women in the workplace, and while this is a little undercut by the presence of the nasty rival woman in the story, it’s still gets points for ‘ladies can do work stuff too.’ Alessandro knew he’d done wrong, and there were circumstances that he thought were mitigating, but this is another book where the heroine is railroaded into marriage because of her duty to her children, and because the hero has threatened legal action and been instrumental in removing her income. It’s all very dramatic and emotionally involving, but is leaving her with no choice but to go along with him all that romantic? Is he going to behave like this every time he feels that something is urgent, and he can’t afford to compromise?
Cassie’s circumstances are poor but proud. She’s at least feisty, and she points out when he’s being a jerk. There’s a lot of mentions of how tiny her flat is, and how it’s not in the best part of London, and how shabby her furniture is. She’s a single mother, but she has a full time job as an accountant, and is a department head. I’d have thought that she would make fairly decent money, and that a flat that’s owned by her previous boss is unlikely to be a complete hovel.
I don’t know why Cassie didn’t google Sandro Rossi. I know she was busy raising twins and working full time, but it would have taken five seconds, and she would definitely have had that. If she had, she would have discovered that he was Alessandro Marchese, and she’d have known, six years ago, that he was a rich bastard jerk. She wouldn’t have been blindsided by his sudden appearance at her work do.
This book is a bit of a mixed bag for me, because sometimes it’s far easier to except a ‘no choice but to love him, oh the feelings!’ plot when it’s clearly set in a crazy world. And yet I like the sensible because it feels more natural, and finally, for a little while, people are being normal. But when you’ve got the crazy plot going even a tiny scrap of sensible is dangerous, because what is it doing there, and why isn’t it feeling lonely? Everything starts to unravel, like the lack of Google, and Cassie’s finances, and her children’s ready acceptance of a sudden dad and a move to Italy.
I do like though, that this is an amnesia story without any mention of the word amnesia, and that the return of Alessandro’s memories didn’t instantly make everything ok.