Another slow-burn, very funny romance. A not-uncommon Regency trope - estranged couple forced back in proximity and discover they have *feelings*. But, this story has a very fresh take, and damn, it works.

There was one particularly raucous conversation in the sitting room of the Grand Palace on the Thames involving fountains and other garden statuary (don't ask). I had a flashback of reading the "Dortmunder" novels by Donald Westlake, and the "gang" meeting in the back room of the O.J. Bar & Grill. Westlake was the Grand Master of absolutely pitch-perfect bonkers conversations, and I think he'd cackle at Julie Ann Long's characters.