This now makes two romnovels in a row where the plot is good but the relationship is SO BORING that every time they go "wait wait, the plot has to pause for a while so we can meet-cute/have a heartfelt conversation/go on our first date/fuck" I am reaching into the sky and tearing down the heavens because I cannot spend another minute in purgatory.
"The only times I can exorcise this hotel's murderous demon is Wednesday or next Monday, but I'm having a date on Wednesday so the owner is cool with a few extra days of guests staying in a hotel with an evil entity that wants to eat them because besides the demon has been pretty well trapped in a wall for a decade already-" If This Book Does Not Inject An Iota of Urgency I Will Turn To Sand.
I want Dijon to read a good book someday, but I do get that popcorn munchin' feeling when they're reading something that manifests bees in their brain.