Yes this is a romance, and a predictable one too, but entertaining nonetheless. Eve is forty something with two batches of kids and no man apart from the friendly vet who provides occasional good sex. She's been through the mill and you'll warm to her and her problems for sure. One of those books you don't really want to end.
In this household, he knew, evenings were a rota of baths, bedtime stories and collapsing into the sofa at the end of the day. He'd often wondered why she hadn't found someone to take his place and now he suspected that she didn't ever have the time. Why was thinking about sock-folding making him feel sad?
