There were effective passages at the beginning of this book, especially the depiction of the single father’s traumatized relationship with his son. There were lots and lots of pages devoted to making out and to detailed sex. This is fine if that’s what you want in a romance novel, and a lot of people do. But you can only read variations of “they kissed” so often before it becomes grating. And everything else was so easy. Everybody wants Luke and Landon to get together, there’s practically a town meeting about it. Their sons draw pictures of them together. Their sons are both football heroes of a Texas State championship team. Neither of them has a girlfriend, in fact the idea of such a thing never comes up. I don’t even remember there being any cheerleaders. I can see the appeal but kept being irritated by the book rather than immersed by it.