From Faye, you have to read this one to believe it:
Can you help a bitch out? I’m trying to track down a book with a contender
for possibly the best internal dialogue of any hero I’ve read:
“Sure, he loved pot roast, but he was careening completely out of control
Even my husband remembers this line.
I believe it was published with another short book (maybe by HQN? I think?).
I’m pretty sure the hero is dating his secretary, and the above brilliance
occurs when he goes to her house for dinner (pot roast, of course) and
realizes he’s in love.
I think the other story in the book also featured a similar very wealthy
hero falls in love with working class gal plot, but I’m not sure of that
Really, all I remember is the pot roast. The rest of the story was
distinctly lackluster. I’m sure if anyone else has read this book, they’ll
remember the pot roast too.
The pot roast! Remember the pot roast! Please – this is cracking me up so I hope SOMEONE remembers it!