Sean as a character is well developed. He's a chef, and boy! does he know food and kitchens, as shown by the details the author provides. Amber's not as well developed, but Sean's broken enough for the story. It's pretty cool the sisters are still dealing with high school issues: Jade being bullied for being heavy and Amber with seeming to be perfect. Good thing they're 5y apart so their relationship is solid!
Sex: multiple scenes
Language: 20 F words, 73 Lord's name in vain, 22 S words
Violence: no
Cliffhanger: no
Do I need to read books before this one: no, but makes it better
Would I read more of the series: yes, I'm curious about Bree
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Amber shows the barn to an engaged couple who need a speedy wedding; they need a caterer. Jade asks her to deliver a taxidermied turkey to the luxury resort next door, recommends Sean as a Michelin-starred chef. She walks into the lodge, sees a handsome specimen of manhood on a ladder. He faints.
For the record, I didn’t faint. Okay, I got rattled when I saw this angelic silhouette in the doorway, feathered wingtips arching toward opposite windows and dark hair shimmering like a sunlit halo. Sean has had a crush on her for 19y. “I was visiting my dad here at the ranch that summer. You came over with your mom, looking for a pig that escaped.” He also saw her skinny dipping in the pond.
She suggests catering weddings, he's eager. She starts to leave, asks for his number. She puts it in her phone, calls him. I tap to answer Amber’s call, doing my best to keep a straight face. “Hello?” She grins at me, but plays along. “Hey, is Sean there?” “Speaking.” “Sean, this is Amber.” “Amber who?” Her eyes dance as her smile widens. “Amber King. I was wondering if you’d be willing to stop by my ranch tomorrow between five and six. You can take a look at the space and we can talk more about the wedding.” “I’m going to need to look at my calendar. Can you hold, please?” “Certainly.” I pull the phone from my ear and hold it against my chest. Amber gives me a curious look. “It’s a bad idea to seem too available,” I whisper. “My sister told me that.” “Ah.” Amber smiles and nods. “Good thinking,” she whispers back. I bring the phone back to my ear. “Amber?” “Yes?” “Yeah, I can do tomorrow evening. Want me to bring dinner?” “Dinner?” “Sure. Some samples of wedding food you can taste test.” “Oh, that’s an awesome idea. Yes, please.” “It’s a date, then.”
Jade's making heart cookies, Amber frosts. Jade: So did you get Sean to do the weddings? I mean before you stuck your tongue down his throat? “I told you, I didn’t actually kiss him. I hardly even groped him.” Amber is, again, making cookie porn with her frosting.
Sean comes over. He wants to see the venue first. “So, uh—I hear you had a bit of an issue out here last month.” “You mean the fact that I held my ex-boyfriend at gunpoint after he tried to burn down our barn? The whole thing is kind of embarrassing.” “How so?” “I guess I feel like an idiot for thinking he was a devoted boyfriend instead of a psycho jerk.” “That’s on him, not you. It wasn’t your fault you trusted a guy who turned out to be a jerk.” She shows him the chapel her great-grandparents built. A beam has “JK + SP forever.” “My grandpa carved it when he was 13. He fell in love with a girl who lived 2 farms over. They were married 53 years before he died. It seemed like good luck.” Jade told her dust motes were fairies. His dad told him mermaids lived in the pond. “So that’s why you were spying on me that night? You were mermaid hunting?” “You did seem like some kind of mythical creature. I always wondered what you were really like. In real life, not in mermaid fantasies.” “And now that you’ve met me?” “You’re different than I expected. You’re more…real. Complex.” They eat, kiss, interrupted by Sean's phone. He has to go.
Mom, better known as Chef Melody on the Food Network, might still own part of the ranch. “Bottom line, it’s possible your father didn’t have the legal right to will this property to anyone.” She'll stay in his cabin while this gets sorted.
James, Bree, and Mark have questions. “You have to admit, your mother has a reputation for shady real estate deals.” “Keep your eyes open. We love you. And we don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” “Or to the rest of us. We’re in this together.” “Like the Brady Bunch. With adultery and backstabbing.”
Amber promises Beth to spy on the decor at her ex's wedding so she doesn't duplicate it at hers. She smells something funny, narrows it to her bra. “You were always so damn perfect. Flawless Amber, captain of the soccer team, student body president, nicest person anyone could hope to meet.” Beth leaves, Amber slips her bra off under her shirt, is smelling it when Sean comes in. “Right, see, there are certain things no one really tells you when you’re a girl. Like everyone knows you wash your panties every day, right? But no one ever sits you down and says, ‘here’s how often you should wash your bras.’ Like is it once a week? Every few days? Monthly? I honestly don’t know, and then how do you remember which ones you washed....” Sean smiles. “You remember what I said in the chapel? About how you’re way different from Ethereal Mermaid Amber I used to imagine? I like this Amber better.” Sean gets up to leave. You don't want to talk about the kiss? “We’re really doing this? Talking about it, I mean?” “You were planning to avoid this conversation?” “Always. That’s kinda my MO.” “Good to know.” He kisses her. “I don’t regret it. Not one bit.” “Neither do I.”
At family dinner, Bree tells Mom the only investors are the siblings, who have all invested time, money, talent, and work. Mom asks about Sean's love life, wants grand babies. Sean thinks of Amber, wants to protect her: There's no one.
A few days later, Sean goes to the pond to escape Mom. Amber's there, wanting to see her initials she carved at 18. “We all have relationships that don’t work out. It’s normal to circle back to the wreckage every now and then to figure out what the hell went wrong.” He'd been engaged once. “She said I was too closed off, and she couldn’t be with someone who didn’t know how to open up emotionally.” Sean bought her a ticket, asked for one more chance; the plane crashed. “It wouldn’t have worked out. With Sarah, I mean. I regret that I didn’t let go sooner.” Amber says planning all these weddings has her wondering why only some work. Sean: “The only difference between couples who make it and the ones who don’t is a decision to dig in your heels and fight for it. But what the hell do I know? I’m the unmarried offspring of a guy who should have bought a discount punch-card for divorces. I’ve never even kept a plant alive, let alone a marriage. I have been thinking about a cat, though.” Jade has a neuter clinic tomorrow for stray cats; if he volunteers, he can adopt. He'll bring breakfast for the volunteers. He kisses her. It moves into petting. “You’re missing something here.” “All my bras are in the wash.” Because yes, that bra did stink. “I—uh—wasn’t expecting to see anyone out here.” “Lucky me.” Lucky me!
In the morning, Mom wants to see her grandparents’ house. Sean'll show her later. At Jade's clinic, Amber moans over the food. He remembers Sarah said, “Let [a future girl] see the real Sean sometime. Not Prep School Sean. Not Damage Control Sean. The real Sean.” As I watch Amber devour the burrito, I’m positive I’m getting there. Maybe it’s her zest for life. Maybe it’s her kooky humor or her kindness toward animals or her passion for food. Maybe I’m just really, really hot for her. It’s all of those things in Amber that bring out the best version of me. Tomorrow's the wedding she's supposed to spy on, Sean offers to be her date. Sean adopts a 3-legged cat, names him Gordon Ramsay.
At the wedding, everything goes wrong for Greg and Alien (really Aline, but the priest keeps messing up); they whisper smiling while best man races to get the ring. “That’s what I meant. When I said the secret is work. Getting mad right now would be the easiest thing in the world for them. Blaming someone else? Simple. Doing the opposite is what’s hard. It takes work to decide you’re going to love someone even when things aren’t as perfect as they were in your head.” They go to the reception across the street. Exploding chafing dishes of meatballs and marinara everywhere. Sean saves the day, recreating the meatball dish. Greg's mom says thank you, talks Amber up to Sean, and Amber keeps unsuccessfully shifting the conversation. The bride and her mom want to dry clean their clothes and have them stay the night at a hotel suite they reserved for guests. Amber says yes; Sean is agog.
Amber's super nervous. Sean's just glad for time with her. While showering, she calls Jade, worried Sean's going to do the same thing her first sex partner did: dump her after finding out what the fuss was about Flawless Amber. “The chick all the girls wanted to be and all the guys wanted to screw. Maybe that guys who get too close to the real me don’t end up liking what they see.” She sees the tattoo he got to match Sarah's. He thought about covering it up, but it's part of who he is and how he got here. They make love.
They prep all week for the hurried wedding. She goes to taste cupcakes for them, bumps into Bree. Who knows about Flawless Amber. “I’m a snoop. Comes with the territory for women with trust issues.” “Want to sample some flavor combos with me?” Bree meets Chelsea, owner of Dew Drop Cupcakes; will tell her brother with a sweet tooth. She also tells Sean's mother is visiting. “Between finishing the restaurant and getting things ready for inspections and the stress of having his damn mother under the same roof, he’s been working nonstop. He must really like you.” Bree looks at Amber. “Sean’s always been weird about his mom. Don’t take it personally. She’s a real piece of work. She’s been here more than a month, and we’ve spent the whole time freaking out that she’s going to file some stupid suit and try to claim part of our property.” I don’t know where things are headed with us, but I can’t sabotage things by worrying he’s another jerk who’s destined to shut me out now that he’s gotten what he wants.
While Sean works at the reception, he hears his mother's laugh. She's drunk, telling Amber stories that never happened. He texts Bree in all caps for help. “Darling, Amber tells me the two of you are very serious. Wedding bells, maybe?” Amber’s eyes go wide, and the color drains from her face. “I never said—” “We’re just friends,” I blurt, needing my mother to drop this. Needing to get her the hell out of here before she does any more damage. “I’m sorry there’s been a misunderstanding, but we really do need to get you out of here.” Bree's here!
Amber is in shock. Just friends. Jade: “Whatever happens, give him a chance to explain. Don’t sabotage this.” She leaves the barn, runs into Sean. “You’re an amazing girl, but—” “No, it’s fine. Whatever, it’s no big deal.” Sean shakes his head, hands still clenched in fists. “Things are a little complicated for me right now.” “Complicated. You mean the fact that your famous mother has been staying with you all month and you never once mentioned it? That kind of complicated?” “You’re an amazing girl. I just don’t think I have the bandwidth for this right now.” “The bandwidth.” “I really have enjoyed your company. And maybe once things aren’t so messed up—” “Sure, that’s fine. It’s been nice knowing you. I’ll see you around I’m sure.”
Sean makes sure Mom is still breathing (biggest fear since he was little, that she wouldn't sleep it off). Bree makes tea. “So. Your mom’s not a greedy bitch who came to steal our ranch. She’s an alcoholic.” “You think I don’t know that?! Sorry. I just—I’m not reacting well today.” “So you’ve been covering for her. Because she’s famous or because she’s your mother?” “Yes.” “She masks it well. So do you.” I’m not used to having anyone else know my secrets. I feel exposed and embarrassed and horribly, horribly ashamed. “I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you. So many times over the last year. Longer than that. It would have been nice to confide in someone.” “We all would have supported you, you know.” “I know. It would destroy her if it got out.” “It’s been destroying you. Keeping that secret? That’s no way to live. No way to build relationships.” I’ve never wanted to tell someone before, to usher her through the carefully guarded door and show her all the battered, dingy furniture and holes in the drywall. The ugly scenery of my real life. No one but her has ever come close to seeing that. “Why’d you break up with Amber?” “I panicked. I just—I went into damage control mode, and I started saying stupid crap. It’s like I’ve spent so long covering for my mother that I forgot that’s not the only priority in my life. Or even the most important one.” “Your mom has to face her own demons sooner or later.” Bree leaves after a hug. Mom comes in. “Look, I know you’re upset that I showed up uninvited, but I—” “That’s not what this is about. It’s about your drinking. It’s always about your damn drinking.” He insists on professional help; her agent's got her a place. “That was your girl, right? Amber? The one at the wedding.” I hesitate, then nod. “Was.” “You know I’m proud of you, right? Of the man you’ve become?” “You might want to take a raincheck on that pride. I messed up royally today.” “With Amber?” I nod. “Are you sorry?” “Yeah. I’m sorry. For all the good it does.” “Then say so. If you’ve hurt someone, you always have the chance to go back and try to make it right.” “I don’t think it’s that simple.” “You have to start somewhere. We all do.” Her eyes shimmer with tears, and she reaches across the chasm between us and puts a hand on mine. “I’m sorry. So sorry for everything.” I swallow hard and place my other hand on hers, giving a soft squeeze. “I forgive you.”
Jade waxes Amber's eyebrows while they eat chocolate. “You don’t know what’s going on in his world. In his head.” “You’re right, I don’t. Because he never let me in. Not about his mother or his career or everything that’s been happening at the ranch.” “He must have reasons for all that.” “Yeah. Like the fact we weren’t actually serious after all? That he turned out to be another guy looking to nail Flawless Amber and then lose interest afterward? It wouldn’t be so bad if I hadn’t started to think he was different, you know? I swore I wouldn’t do this again. That I wouldn’t get so drunk on infatuation that I failed to notice the guy wasn’t really seeing me at all. That I was just a piece of furniture in his world. An armchair to be hauled off to Goodwill when it doesn’t fit the color scheme.” “You think that’s what happened?” “I know it is. You should have heard him. 'You’re an amazing girl, but I just don’t think I have the bandwidth for this right now.' He wasn’t in it for me. Not the real me. He was in it to nail his fantasy version of me. Once the box was checked, he didn’t have the damn bandwidth for the rest.” “I have it on good authority that it’s possible to love someone and say crappy things to them. It’s how you respond afterward that counts.” Sean rings the doorbell, calls her name. “Go put on some clothes and fix your hair. I’ll stall. Or wait—let me at least pull off that strip so you can—” “No.” I get to my feet, not interested in being pretty or perfect or amazing. I don’t know who Sean expects to answer the door, but it won’t be Flawless Amber. “I’ve got this.” She answers the door, Sean asks if she's OK. She wails on him about being a real woman with faults and flaws, and feelings too. “I put curlers in my hair sometimes,” I shout, gesturing to the wild nest on top of my head. “I wax my eyebrows!” “I get it. I just—” “Sometimes I wear granny panties instead of sexy thongs, and you know what? That’s okay!” His green eyes are clear and calm as he lifts a hand to touch me. “Are you done?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. Just skims a thumb over the corner of my mouth. “Jelly. Or syrup. I thought you were bleeding. That’s why I asked if you were okay.” “Oh. Fine.” "I'm sorry.” “I thought we were on the same page. That we were building something together. But you cut and ran as soon as Fantasy Amber turned into Real Life Amber.” There’s something heartbreakingly sad in his eyes as he shakes his head. “No. Damage Control Sean is a damn jerk sometimes, but I promise you the Real Me sees Real You. He sees the bra-sniffing, tree-carving, dust-mote-fairy-chasing version of you, and he loves that version more than the fantasy one. That’s the honest truth. I’m crazy about you. So crazy that when my mother showed up, I panicked. I was embarrassed and ashamed and—” “Ashamed? Of me?” “No, Amber. Not even close. I’m ashamed of myself. And embarrassed that I never told you my mother is an alcoholic.” “But—on TV. She’s—I don’t—” “It’s been a big secret for a long time.” “And you’re the one who’s had to keep it. I don’t know what to say. Sean, I’m sorry. I had no idea.” “No one did. I never let anyone in. It never mattered before, though. Not until I met you. I didn’t mean what I said. About this being a mistake. That’s not even close to how I feel about you.” “I thought you were ashamed of me. That maybe that’s why you didn’t introduce me to your family or even tell me your mom was in town.” “No. I want everyone to know I’m crazy about you. My whole family. The whole world. As a matter of fact—” People start pouring out of his Audi. Mom, Bree, Brandon, a guy in a starched shirt with sleeves rolled up, and Paul Bunyan get out, too. “Is there a reason you dragged us all out here?” “Yes. I’ve been guarded about a lot of things.” He flicks a quick glance at his mother, then fixes his eyes back on mine. “Closed off and secretive instead of opening up the way I should. But right now, I want everyone to know that I’m crazy about you.” “Oh. I’m crazy about you, too.” “No, it’s more than that. I love you, Amber. I love the real you. All of you. And that’s the truth.” “I love you, too.” Sean smiles like a guy who’s won the lottery as he pulls me into an embrace. Jade herds everyone else inside. Sean asks, “You forgive me?” “Absolutely. As long as you forgive me.” He smiles and reaches up to skim a thumb over linen strip I forgot was glued there. “I love you whether you’re dolled up in a fancy dress or covered in meatball guts. I love you in smelly bras or totally braless. I love you in perfect makeup, or with a weird piece of cloth stuck to your face with green goo. What the hell is this anyway?” “Sugar wax. You know, this isn’t how I would have liked to meet your whole family.” “Don’t worry, it’s not my whole family. Not even close.”
A month or so later, they go skinny dipping and discuss Mom's new show and book The Virgin Chef. The land title has been cleared up. They kiss. My dream girl. It’s true I got the girl of my fantasies, but also true she’s so much more than that. The flesh and blood version of Amber is so much better than the one I imagined.