When my father died, I lost everything--family, career, friends, money, support. I remember the loss, not what came after, but evidently everything changed in the months I can't recall. Brilliant, scarred, aloof Arthur Worthing was nothing more than a friend of my dad's, but he must have felt sorry for me. He gave me a job and a place to live. He took care of me when no one else would.
I know it's not that simple, however. There are secrets he won't tell me. There are truths hiding in the shadows of his two-hundred-year-old mansion. I'm feeling things I shouldn't feel for a completely inappropriate man, one who's spent his life putting up walls. If I'm not careful, I'll lose everything again.
But certain things are inevitable. And amnesia isn't strong enough to hold back the heart, even if it means I fall in love with him twice.