There was nothing predictable about her love life

If it hadn't been for a freak snowstorm, Roxie Lowell wouldn't have felt compelled to take eccentric Charlie Hartman under her wing--only to become the object of his matchmaking zeal. He claimed he was St. Valentine himself, and that the man she met on St. Valentine's Day would be her husband within a year.

Of course, she didn't believe her encounter with rugged contractor Hank Craddock had anything to do with Charlie. How could their overwhelming passion have been engineered by an outside force? Then again, maybe the old vagabond knew more about the ways of the heart than mere mortal woman... .