This is my second Neels, and I am still not sure of the appeal of a romance in which the heroine's time is spent wondering whether the hero is at all interested in her, and the hero is studiously, for the most part, ignoring her curiosity or even actively avoiding it while being nice to her and taking care of her in a paternalistic way, sometimes even discussing her with her family and friends rather than with her.
Clearly, these books are not written for me.
Neels wrote 134 books, writing up until she died at age 90. And her books were very popular. I feel like I'm reading science fiction about another culture.