I’m all for keeping the trash out of romance, yet I still want to feel engaged with the characters’ relationships. What little energy that occasionally zings between Paul and Ann is snuffed out by much of their love unfolding via webcam. We get a lot of “Ann character references” from Paul’s friends and family, but she’s more annoying than intriguing. Most of the mystery hinges on Ann’s secrets—all of which seem anticlimactic in the reveal.
If you’re a fan of Henderson you’ll have a bit of a head start wading through the superfluity of characters—some of whom you’ve met in previous books. Yet, for the life of me, I can’t figure out why the author felt the need to introduce yet another co-worker, sibling or relative. And while I despise books that only tell part of the story in a thinly veiled attempt to make me buy the next installment—this book left me thinking Henderson attempted more than could be accomplished in one book. Sorry, this book’s not the classic Henderson I’ve come to expect. I recommend rereading some of her older stories—give this one a pass.