A luke-warm, medium-meh, vanilla ice cream sort of book. Not crap, not great, but in-between.
I think where it falls down is it doesn't really develop much of the romance or the suspense.
I didn't feel anything between the h and H. After a few awkward 'hey how ya doin?' passings moments in the cafe, they suddenly kiss and then tip immediately into 'I'll die for you' love. What? When? How? Why? I mean if you say so I guess you are. Very much a 'tell don't show' romance here.
The suspense story was too wishy washy. There is a baddy out there, and a motorbike gang/cult, but everything about them is so vague and distant and 'meeehhh' I found it hard to care or even consider them a threat.
Why is everybody at this ex-military rehab center so mustard keen to adopt/take on/employ/be bosom buddies with a random, shabby, unwell person who is as far as they know a wandering, mentally ill tramp who refuses to tell them her last name? Hannah claps her hands, gushes about 'girl talk' and how she wants to be her bestie friend omggg. They literally just met. Xavier is up for giving her a full time, fully paid up job as 'clothes mender' as though such a thing exists in a rehab center. OK let's be dishing out made-up non-jobs to the fishy runway its fiiiiine. The therapist at the center wants to.... bare with me here... take the twitchy hobo lady on as another therapist (wtf???) because she saw her soothing a dude for like 5 seconds in a hallway. 'Girl you are a natural, I've never seen anybody respond to a patient with PTSD like you have, will you stay on and be my assistant therapist?' Any therapist that wants to take on a nameless, homeless, obviously mentally ill runway to treat ex-servicemen suffering from PTSD needs to have her license revoked.