"I never danced before, because I could never dance with you."
I hardly ever choose to read an accidental pregnancy romance. I really have to trust the author to do that, and I do trust Lena Hendrix. And I wasn’t wrong to do it because this was a feel-good happily ever after, and my heart was full at the end.
"It didn’t matter that he was the kind of hot that made women all over town stupid. He was a Sullivan, and I was a King."
I adore Duke. I loved him in previous books, and anyone can see how lonely he is, especially now that his brothers have all found their soulmates. He’s… resigned to living the way he does. But he doesn’t have to be because he deserves so much more!
"Sylvie wasn’t the kind of woman who laughed loudly or sucked up the energy in the room. Instead, she was all subtle smiles and assessing eyes."
I loved Sylvie’s subtle strength, especially if you consider who her father is and how she’s been treated. She knows what she wants, and she has a plan, even though people don’t seem to think too much of her.
"Enjoying my coffee felt like the only fifteen minutes of solace I got in the day. That, and getting a message from her."
When Sylvie forgets a blueberry order, Duke shows up to double-check it, which leads to them exchanging numbers. I mean, they shouldn’t because he’s a Sullivan and she’s a King, but this is purely professional, right? Except…
"Good morning texts and the occasional flirty banter were all that it would ever be. And I fucking hated it."
A blueberry delivery turns into good morning texts and banter. Into questions about each other’s well-being. Into wanting… more. Both of them know what they want, but neither of them knows how to get it. I mean, how could they date when their families are rivals who prank each other relentlessly?
"To answer your question, I only ever stay on nights you’re there."
It’s hard to keep away, though. There’s an attraction and a chemistry between them that they can’t find anywhere else. In fact, it’s been around for a while, but it’s undeniable now.
And it’s only a matter of time until they act on it.
"When I’m done with you, you’ll be lucky if they didn’t hear you screaming my name."
One meeting. One night. One time. They let go of whatever their last names are and they’re simply together. It’s hot and passionate… but not enough. They’re both left wanting more from each other—and not just physically.
They may not be aware of it, but we all know they’re in too deep.
"I like you, Duke."
"I like you too. A whole lot more than I probably should."
When Sylvie finds out she’s pregnant, it’s complicated. She knows her family—hell, the whole town!—won’t accept it. She knows she’ll be forced to pick a side. But when push comes to shove, instead of keeping the pregnancy to herself (like it happens in so many other books), she goes to him.
And he’s there from the very first second.
"Now, I would hate to disrespect a man in his family home, but that’s the mother of my child you’re speaking to. If you can’t speak to her with respect, then you speak to me."
If you’ve been reading the Sullivans, you’d know they’re incredible people. The Kings… not so much. So Duke goes into protective mode and takes her home with him. He means to keep her and their child safe, but he wants—he needs to keep her close too.
She’s everything he’s never allowed himself to want.
"I need to tell her. Tell her I want her and that existing side by side is killing me."
I liked a few things about this book. First, he doesn’t automatically assume she wants to have his child, and she has a choice. Second, all the troubles between them and around them don’t get immediately sorted out just because she’s pregnant.
In fact, their close proximity is downright awkward and filled with silence, even though they both want each other too much.
"You know, I’ve had this fantasy. It involves dancing with a beautiful woman in my kitchen."
"And does this fantasy woman have a name?"
"Sylvie,"
There’s a sort of teenager-y quality to their love that I found heartwarming. Different. Maybe because they never had the chance to truly be themselves and love unabashedly. Maybe because they’ve always put someone else’s wants and feelings before themselves, and they’re taking what they want and deserve for the first time.
I loved it.
And their nicknames for each other were awww-worthy too.
"Sylvie, it’s you or no one. It has always been you."
Of course the rivalry is still there, and it shows its ugly head a few times. But he goes to bat for her. He’s all in. He’ll choose her—them—each and every single time, against whatever odds, everyone else be damned, including his own family.
And she’s with him every step of the way.
Who wouldn’t want a kind of love like that?
"Mine to protect. Mine to love. Forever."
King or Sullivan, they were always meant to be. Even when they thought they could never be, even when the odds were stacked against them. Maybe this is a modern Romeo and Juliet, but in this one, they stay alive. They live for each other. And they choose their love over it all.