Wendy's POV

I drew a deep breath, steadying myself, forcing an aura of calm to blanket the tumult within.

Henry, ever the embodiment of meticulous masculinity, had outdone himself today. His tailored shirt hugged the sharp contours of his chest and shoulders, accentuating his hard-earned physique. The neatly groomed beard framed his face with precision, lending him an allure that seemed almost unfair to possess.

It was disarming, irrefutable—he ...