Nice to read a book about someone getting over boozing without endless American TV-style pompous moralising, for it to be a part of the plot but not all of it. James has engaging secondary characters and I'm sad there won't be more of Miss Pythian-James or Gabriel Spencer. Loretta Hawes deserves her own book, too. The reveal in this story is quite odd. James foreshadowed it nicely, in a drowsy sunny scene but then had the heroine's POV lie like a rug. It's quite hard to reconcile.