RJ Scott knows just how to write a wonderful story that will make me feel everything and Listen does that and then some. There were happy tears and sad tears, laughter and smiles and everything in between while I was reading about Nick and Elliot. Every single book in this series has been a 5-star read for me.

I don’t know anything about being deaf, or the deaf community, but it certainly felt like a lot of research went into the writing of this book. There was so much in this story that was treated respectfully and it all felt very sincere and real; I also felt like I learned a lot by reading Listen.

The blurb tells you about the story much better than I can so take a look at it. Elliot is a dedicated and caring teacher. He and Nick get off on the wrong foot and they avoid each other for the next two years. It’s only when Nick needs help that Elliot agrees to see him again.

TBH, it’s been a year since I read the previous book in this series, and even longer for the others. I read so much that I’m terrible at remembering character names and even other details about a book. I’m mentioning this to let you know that it’s not necessary to read the previous books in the series to enjoy Listen. At least a few characters from the other books appear here but you won’t be lost if you haven’t read the previous books. I do highly recommend all of them though because they are wonderful stories.

I am very much looking forward to reading Pride, the final book in this series and coming sometime this summer. I almost forgot to say how much I love the cover for Listen. All of the covers in this series have been beautiful but there’s something about this one that really spoke to me.

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“She’s fine.”

I wished he’d just let me talk. “I thought that—”

He didn’t even wait to hear what I was saying, exiting the room and slamming the door so hard the wall shook.

I stared at the space he’d been taking up as if it had all the answers. Five minutes, that was all that had passed in the aborted meeting, and I’d never witnessed such a range of emotions. I didn’t know how long I stared, but it was long enough to conclude that Nick Horner had lost his shit in a spectacular way. I picked up Hannah’s paperwork and shuffled it into a pile—lost in thought when the door flew open again—and Nick walked back in. He closed the door behind him and leaned there, his chin on his chest.

“Christ,” Nick muttered, then pressed his fingers to his forehead.

“Mr. Horner?” I asked cautiously, not wanting to spark anything weird. There were only maybe five steps between us, and I was close enough to see his wet eyes—it wasn’t fear I was feeling, but compassion. “Nick?”

He winced when I used his name. Had I overstepped? Or was there something else going on?

“Do you have a bathroom?” he asked.

I gestured to the end of the conference room, and he headed that way. I followed him a few steps, wondering if he needed something, confused as hell, and when he didn’t close the door but just splashed water on his face, I waited at the doorway for him to talk.

“Do you need me to get anyone?” I asked.

He turned toward me so fast I took a step back. “No—I know there’s something going on with Hannah.” He pressed a wet hand to his chest and left a damp spot there. “I know in here that I’m letting her down because I can’t get my head straight, and she’s carrying a load I should be lifting.” He yanked paper towels from the supply and scrubbed his face, then threw them into the trash can. “I came back to apologize, but…” He pressed fingers to his temples and winced.

“Hannah is an exceptional student, and I just want what’s best for her.”

“I know that I’m failing at this, and if people find out how about her, how do you think this will look to them?” he asked tiredly, supporting his weight by gripping the vanity.

Wait? What? He was upset because he didn’t want people to know his daughter was struggling? “Sorry?” I was angry then. I couldn’t help it, and the irrational side of me spilled out all over him. “Are you saying you care more about your media profile than your daughter?”

“No. What?” He looked horrified. “That’s not what I meant. Of course, I don’t think that.”

“Really?”

“No! Yes. You don’t understand. There are people who think they know me and judge me for every goddamn move my family makes.”

His anger slipped, and in its place was a vulnerability so raw that I took a step closer and raised a hand. I didn’t know what I would do, touch him in reassurance, pat him, thump him for shouting at me? God knows, but he was confusing the hell out of me.

“You don’t know what it’s like for everyone to be watching you all the time!” he said and then slumped.

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