My One and Only
HQN, March 29, 2011, $7.99
Just when she thought she had life and love all figured out . . .
Divorce attorney Harper James can't catch a break. Bad enough that she runs into her ex-hubby, Nick, at her sister's destination wedding, but now, by a cruel twist of fate, she's being forced to make a cross-country road trip with him. And her almost-fiancé back at home is not likely to be sympathetic.
Harper can't help that Nick has come blazing back into her life in all if his frustratingly, appealing, gorgeous architect glory. But in Nick's eyes, Harper's always been the one. If they can only get I right this time, forever might be waiting—just around the bend.
My One and Only combines several of my favorite romance tropes: a reunion of past lovers, a road trip, a possible love triangle, a small town environment, and a bit with a dog. I eagerly await each of Kristan Higgins's new releases for several reasons: her well-rounded, interesting characters (in which I include the locations), the course of true love never running smooth, the heart-warming ending.
But the one thing that makes Kristan Higgins stand out for me is her humor. I have never read one of her books during which I did not laugh out loud more than once.
There are always animals in Kristan Higgins's books and they are frequently some of the funniest characters. My One and Only has a Chihuahua/Jack Russell Terrier mix who makes the road trip with Nick and Harper. The couple run into a major mid-western storm driving through North Dakota.
A flock of blackbirds—dozens . . . no, hundreds of them—suddenly wheeled out in front of us. Fleeing the storm.
'Let the record reflect the Biblical signs of doom.' I said.
'Relax. Coco's not nervous is she?' I glanced at my dog. She sat on Nick's lap, bunny in her mouth, staring at Nick, trying to hypnotize him into worshipping her for the rest of his life. Bad enough that my father, BeverLee and Willa all adored Nick. Now my dog had fallen too.
Even when Harper and Nick are falling back in love and desperately fighting their attraction, you've got to smile.
Sleeping with him is definitely ill-advised, said the lawyer part of my brain. Unfortunately, the blood flow had redirected to my girl parts, which gave a hot and sudden throb. Nick looked at me, his eyes as dark as an abyss into which I would cheerfully throw myself. The lawyer part of me gave a distant, outraged squeak.His lashes . . . they were so pretty, thick and unexpected, and when he smiled, which he was doing now, the loveliest lines spread from his eyes, and those eyes, so often tragic and gypsy-sad, were happy now.A week ago, I wouldn't have dreamed of sleeping with Nick. Now though . . . now . . . okay, the brain was definitely struggling for survival as the girl parts continued to croon . . . Nick and me, naked and in bed . . . that seemed like a wicked good idea.The lawyer part committed hari-kari.