This book is like a paean to the idea that guys don't talk to each other. The main characters were together for years, not just as friends but as roommates and then as business partners, before either of them made a move about their mutual attraction. And after they did admit their interest in each other, they are still completely unable to communicate their feelings and concerns except in scorchingly hot sex and cryptic poker metaphors and similes. I loved the guys and was irritated by them in equal measure. I read this book in one sitting, because Amy Lane does can't-put-it-down relationships better than anyone I know, and I felt for the guys even as I wanted to smack them. This book is hotter and (for all that building a relationship is the centerpiece of this book) less angsty than many others by this author.