"If you meet the crazy that fate throws at you halfway, then maybe, just maybe, you can win it all."
I'm probably the weirdest rom-com reader you'll ever find. I mostly lack a sense of humor (or so people tell me!) I'm not looking for puns or easy laughs.
For me, it's not about the jokes and giggles. Sometimes it's not even about what's written on the page.
With Kayley, and now in this partnership with Connor, it's the emotion of what is NOT said that gets to me.
Duke is the rom-com-y kick in the feels that I saw coming but still wasn't expecting.
"The most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on, the most alive, the most infuriating, the sexiest, and the most fun—broke my control like only she could."
Millie is my spirit animal. I mean, she's watched Gone With The Wind so many times she's memorized the words, and so have I. OK, she's an actress, so she's more experienced at it, but still… She also doesn’t take any bullshit, and she doesn’t need a man to make her feel alive. But she is looking for someone who truly wants her.
"Duke sighed again. He was a man of a million sighs. One frown and so many different kinds of sighs."
Duke is the grumpy single dad. He reads books. He keeps to himself. He has his daughter, and that's more than enough. There's nothing he wouldn't do for her. But what about him? After being on his own for so long, who's in his corner?
"All that was before Millie Darden fell and butt-grabbed her way into my life."
They meet at a bookstore. Millie, the British movie star, is trying to hide her famous persona from a paparazzo, and Duke is just… there. They're both famous in their own way. Some attraction and a few autographs later, she loses her balance… and steadies herself by grabbing his butt.
I mean, that's pretty much up there with the best meet-cutes.
"I didn’t usually want to lick people that I hadn’t been introduced to yet, but I would have very much liked to stand on my tiptoes and lick his handsome, stubbly, frowny face all over."
They give each other a hard time. He plays the wrong kind of football, she starred in an adaptation of his favorite books, and he hated the movies (I mean, we've all been there!)
There's banter and annoyance. There's British-isms. And there's attraction, and a lot of it.
"There was an electricity in our gaze that I couldn’t explain. I looked in that instant like I wanted her, and the rest of the world might as well not have existed."
When an ass-grabbing, close-proximity photo of them goes viral, they have two choices: roll with it, or come clean about how seemingly innocent it all had been. So they play along: the kicker falling in love with the actress. It's the stuff of romantic dreams for their fans.
"You were way less annoying than I thought you'd be.”
“You were exactly as grumpy but way more interesting than I thought you’d be.”
They had it all settled. There was a plan. It was supposed to be easy. No one was supposed to catch feelings, and no one was certainly supposed to have mind-blowing sex.
Right? Oh wait.
Bugger.
"I didn’t know what to do with all these feelings.” “Give them to me, Duke.” I cupped his face and kissed him so hard. “Give everything to me.”
It's hard to come to terms with their feelings, but when fake turns to as real as it gets, when they're both too deep, there's real life knocking on their door, and their two very different realities colliding.
"I want to go through everything with you."
I suppose we all need to learn what's important. Maybe it's the role of a lifetime, being taken seriously as an actor, or that feeling of control you crave that leads to the perfect kick that wins you the game.
Or maybe none of that matters without the right person to come home to.
Peas and carrots. Just peas and carrots.
"I knew I’d always remember how much we loved each other, even if there comes a time when we forget to say or show it."
This line killed me. I have tears in my eyes just reading it now. Because this is it, right? This is the endgame. The Oscar. The Super Bowl ring.
It's the person who will be there when it all fades away, welcoming you home.
Thank you, Kayley and Connor, for giving me all these feels. I hate you both. So much.