Book blindsided me. My two leads were just talking, dammit. Talking. And the next thing I know, they’re ripping each other’s clothes off in the kitchen and having their way with each other. Something that I hadn’t planned to have happen for another fifty pages or more. Minimum.
But — damn. Sometimes the characters get cooking, and all you can do is hang on to your hat and hope they know what the hell they’re doing.