
Such a beautiful story. Bennet is carrying heavy grief, but I‘m glad she realizes it‘s not her fault and easily forgives herself. Do men like Henry even exist, because he‘s perfect?! No spice for most of the book, just pent up frustration, until the last quarter of the book. I ignored my family and devoured this book in an afternoon. Book #86 in 2025 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️














