I rolled my eyes so many times throughout this story that I have no idea why this was on my to-read list. It’s a great book for people who can’t comprehend anything more dense than a rice cake. There was no internal monologue for any of these characters, leaving no room for guesswork. Cheese on cheese on cheese.

Waylon totally sucks, winey little bitch. Pressuring Traci into sex as if the woman hasn’t suffered massive trauma losing her niece, watching her FIL die, and dealing with her BIL trying to cheat her out of her hotel within a matter of weeks.