Awfully slow, and I mean the-main-couple-didn't-even-meet-until-a-third-of-the-book-is-done slow. Although the book takes all the time in the world to flesh out the characters and all, I liked how it didn't drag on the typical contractual marry-for-one-million-pounds trope of misunderstanding. Such is Dougie, as straightforward as ever.
It did speed up in pacing towards the end, and I wished we had seen more of Kat and Dougie as a solid pairing instead of just the muddy, open-water journey towards that, which involved a lot of Russ, a very opinionated character who was headache-inducing. I honestly hoped for less of him each time I turned the pages.
Then there was The Bolt, a Mytton family tradition that required its challengers to race through the expanse of the estate between the quarter chimes of the church clock, an exciting addition to the story that generated quite a few rounds of chaos, which I thoroughly enjoyed.
All in all, this was a lovely read. I adored the dynamic between playboy, arrogant Dougie and feisty, never-back-down Kat, along with the delightful personalities of the assortment of horses, dogs, sheep, llamas, and Trevor the peacock, on the farm.