H L Laffin

The Thistles of Valentines H L Laffin

Andrew was having the worst Valentine's... He didn't expect to see an almost naked woman walking down the highway. Since she wouldn't speak, he did the only thing he could think of, and that was to take care of her. She didn't remember what brought her out to the side of the road looking like a drowned rat. She couldn't remember anything before Andrew. She still had no recollection... As to why she was covered with mud and blood on Valentine's Day. The nightmares were still strong and terrorizing, however the only thing getting her through them was the growing attraction she had toward her boss. Yet here she was sitting in the Cat's Meow, terrified if she would survive the night-alone. Will this be their last Valentine's together?