Spare me from tstl heroines who are competent andor kickass only in their own minds.
All of them really, this tech savvy lot. A high-end, elite security firm missing clues or just being oblivious. The villain literally had them running around and meeting themselves coming back.
'struth.
So disappointing.
She's one of those "I will do anything to keep my people safe except telling them that they're not safe and that I don't have the means to keep them safe and at the same time actually putting them in danger just by being around" kind of women.
“We can’t protect you if you don’t tell us who to protect you from. What don’t you get about that?” “I don’t want protection! Don’t you get it?” she fired back. “This is my mess, and I’m not dragging you into this. None of you get hurt that way.” “News flash, Felicity, in the past two days, my daughter and my brothers were involved. How is that not letting anyone get hurt?"
Looking him over, she discovered a second wound on the same side as the shoulder. “You were hurt. This is all my fault. Two hits. You took two of my bullets.”
“What was I thinking?” she said when the hand that wrapped his waist felt the dampness of his blood, and her touch made him wince. “Oh my God, what was I thinking?” “Good question. Were you even armed?” he seethed through the pain. “What would you have done? How would you have defended yourself?
Granted, I picked this one up because of the dead wife trope but the rest of the plot seemed interesting enough at the start. Amazon labels it as "Action and Adventure" - I suppose it can be that. But "Thriller" is taking it too far. More like Comedy of Errors.
H and ow met in their tweens. Married, had a kid, the ow dies. The h is her bff. She jumps his bones a year after the ow dies and he's been holding her at arm's length since then.
The ow is his forever love - she's legit waiting for him to join her in the afterlife, she says. But she's left him letters and the go ahead to find joy again.
Ow letter:
My fondest memory, though, is of you…dancing in the rain...With every storm that passes, my love…remember to always dance in the rain.
Hero:
She wanted him to dance in the rain. He laughed at that memory. It was one of his favorites too. It summed up who they were individually and as a couple.
Heroine:
“Liam look at me. Find the joy…find the joy,” she cried, her voice dropping to a whisper while her lip quivered. “Weather the storm, Liam, so we can dance in the rain.”
Hero:
“You’re the joy,” he said, “and I can’t wait to dance in the rain with you for the rest of my life.”
And then they live Happy For Now.