Twelve Sharp

Lending library. It's been over a year since I read another of these, and now I really think I'll be able to resist revisiting them. I was entertained, but at the cost of filling my head with stuff that has aged really poorly, and a captivating but also totally irritating dynamic in the central love triangle. Plenty of flirting in this one that felt frustrating as opposed to fun. The internet tells me that Stephanie Plum still hasn't chosen between Joe Morelli and Ranger more than a dozen other books later, which: a) neither of those men would put up with that shit for that long, and b) my completely unsolicited two cents is that Evanovich should have just written them as a throuple, clearly!