I love Scarlett Blackwell's books, and this started off really well. Great intro, delicious sexual tension. The first kiss/sexual attempt seemed ill-timed, and didn't end well, but I figured I would keep going. But, goodness man! How many times are these guys going to put themselves in awkward sexual situations, and then angst about it like teenage girls? They both wanted the same thing, but refused to just use their words! I have long found the 'miscommunication' trope to be a lazy one, and one that's over-used with new gay romance authors. But, Scarlet is a veteran. She's way past this stage. Of course miscommunication is true to life, maybe even more so with two men, but in books we need progression! Why are the characters still initiating sexy time, and then, 'maybe you better leave' at 80%??? Why am I still reading this?? By the time they actually had sex again, I was so annoyed I skimmed it, and the ending never addressed, or even mentioned, how they would deal with one being a long distance truck driver, and the other not wanting to be left behind, working in a bar in town, waiting on him so...yeah, thanks. All that angst over that, and nothing.