Elizabeth Bennet expected springtime in Kent to be a quiet reprieve — a chance to visit her dear friend and endure the patronage of Lady Catherine with civility, if not delight. She did not expect the arrival of two very different cousins.

Colonel Fitzwilliam is charming, attentive, and delightfully irreverent. Mr. Darcy is cold, unreadable... and watching her more closely than ever before.
But beneath the blooming hedgerows and polished manners, something is stirring — a wager whispered between gentlemen, a rivalry neither expected, and a woman far too clever to be anyone's prize.
As Elizabeth begins to see past pride and missteps, one question lingers: when affection is offered at last, will it be born of sincerity... or strategy?