Currently reading, so far it got good. At first it was kind of boring! 📖
Spoilers splash here and there
I’m not going to lie; this book was kind of boring for some reason. It was dry and interesting at the same time. I just wanted it to be over. But in the end it was still interesting but eggy at the same time.
I’m glad that’s over 😂 I’m done reading it. Because to be honest. I wanted to read book two more since it’s about one of the Hartigans. 🤷🏽♀️ but I wanted to read the whole series including book one and three. So glad that’s over and I can read book two and then three.
So with that being said, I felt like Clover was a good fit for Sawyer because she had him doing things he normally wouldn’t do. Even if he didn’t know how to flirt. But he did it anyways. Even his mom realize that he was in love with Clover.
I believe neither wanted to admit it until after they came from Clover parents house. Clover just assume that Sawyer didn’t love her. He did things that didn’t show her that he love her until she was gone and he had to do something big to get her back.
Both of them seem like they had a hard time a communicating with each other. Because a lot of stuff could’ve been avoided if they talked about their feelings about each other.
I was just glad when they figured things out in the end that’s all!!!
Wanted: Personal Buffer
Often snarly, workaholic executive seeks “buffer” from annoying outside distractions AKA people. Free spirits with personal boundary issues, excessive quirks, or general squeamishness need not apply. Salary negotiable. Confidentiality required.
Workaholic billionaire Sawyer Carlyle may have joked he needed a “buffer” from their marriage-obsessed mom, but he didn’t need a waiting room filled with “candidates” to further distract him. (Thanks, bro.) But when a sexy job applicant shooes his mom and the socialite in tow out of his office, Sawyer sees the genius of the plan. And the woman. In fact, Miss Clover Lee might just get the fastest promotion in history, from buffer to fake fiancé…
This “free-spirit” might look like hot sunshine and lickable rainbows, but she negotiates like a pitbull. Before Sawyer knows what hit him, he’s agreed to give up Friday nights for reality tv, his Saturdays for flea markets (why buy junk still baffles him), his Tuesdays and Thursdays for “date nights” (aka panty-losing opportunities if he plays his cards right). And now she wants lavender bath salts and tulips delivered every Monday?
Yup, she’s just screwing with him. Good thing she’s got this non-negotiatable six-weeks-and-she’s-gone rule or Sawyer may have just met his match…