From the moment she came to and found herself being rescued from a wrecked car in a blizzard, she considered Jack Wyatt to be her knight in shining . . . Stetson. He made her feel safe and cared for, when she'd felt neither for way too long. How odd that she could remember such a thing about herself. Now . . . if only she could remember her name!
Jack Wilder didn't know what to do about this woman he'd pulled from her car that he'd found nose-down in the ditch in front of the vacant line shack where he planned to sit out the blizzard. Her driver's license said she was Lisa Hampton. Her eyes said she had no idea who or where she was. She was surely married. Wasn't she? And she might say all the right, polite words, but he saw fear and mistrust in her eyes. As they waited out the storm, Jack slowly gained her trust, but what was he supposed to do about these feelings growing inside of him? He didn't have room for a woman in his life, even if he wanted one, which he didn't. She deserved a man who would love her. Jack didn't know how to love a woman. She deserved better than him, for herself, for her child. Yet no matter how many times he told himself that, his feelings for her kept growing.
When was this damn snow going to stop so he could get her back to civilization?
