I love Jo Goodman's heroes - I get so tired of hard-faced, bottled-up he-men! Her men are always humorous, compassionate, all around good-guy hunks (I especially loved the Thorne brothers!). Her heroines tend to be the walking-wounded, though, and this one is no exception. This book is the second of four in the Compass Club series, about four men who were childhood friends and their continuing adult friendship. The story lines occur simultaneously, not sequentially, so many of the events from the first book, Let Me Be The One, overlap with this one, but from a different point of view. It was helpful to reread the first one before reading this one. I like the intelligence of Goodman's writing and the thought that goes into her plots, while still having the requisite hot love scenes. She seems to be under appreciated, from the way her books are marketed. My only complaint is that the titles of her books are hard to distinguish one from another (like Lisa Kleypas titles). I highly recommend any of Goodman's books (with the exception of her very early books that were reissued - her early writing tends to be a little overwrought).