The thing with this book was that at first I liked everything but the male character, which was a problem considering he was the love interest. I liked the protagonist and I could relate to her, I liked her family and her story and her boss, I really liked her boss. But I haven't felt this exasperated with a male protagonist since I've read Mara Dyer. Oh boy, was this frustrating. And setting aside my dislike for the character, I could talk about his relationship with Lucy, who was such a cool character, that became needy and possessive and that's not the type of romantic relationship I'm here for.