What? A hero who, in the ten years after his family died, didn't grief-screw everything female within three square feet? No one-night stands that whole time? A completely non-slutty hero?? It's like seeing a unicorn! Of course this was published in 1989 before Romancelandia lost its damn mind about sex (but did become less rapey, it's important to note).
And there is talking! So much getting to know each other. With very little sexual awareness instead of nearly their entire internal narrative being nothing but noticing body parts and thinking about sex. It's about two human beings connecting, not just through genitals! Why is this so hard to find now?
I really hope this book continues like this. It'll give me complicated feelings about Robyn Carr.