“But Wentworth?” A grin lights up his face. “That was some epic hero shit right there.” A laugh spills from my lips. “Epic hero shit?” “That letter. You pierce my soul.” He lets out a low whistle. “I bow down to Jane Austen. I get why it’s your favorite now.” “Who said it was my favorite?” He points up to the framed quotes—both from Persuasion. “As you said, it’s some epic hero shit.” He smiles at me. “What's next?” “More? Really?” “I am hooketh.”
