A lesbian romance set on a food truck -- part workplace hijinks and part road story -- that relies for much of its story on the central conceit that neither Fallon or Chloe are very good at communicating. Rather, they are incredibly egocentric and inwardly focused. It's so bad, in fact, that Fallon spends the first couple of chapters defending her stubbornness to the reader in a one-way Greek Chorus. After a while though, Dugan gives up trying to justify the self-created tension of her drama queens and lets them just do their thing. The result is frustrating as it becomes painfully obvious that if Fallon and Chloe just sat down and listened to each other (rather than constantly taking offense and having meltdowns) that they could happily settle down. I just didn't care about them and I didn't like either of them.
That pretty much kills a romance story.
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