by Leslie Johnson
It's my last month in Australia before I head back home to Los Angeles, so I go on a nerdy Blue Mountains trip all by myself.
I just didn't expect to fall and bump my head, and get amnesia on top of everything else.
When a tall, dark, handsome, and very angry man takes me back to his cabin, I can't help being drawn to him.
I may not remember my own name, but this is one rescuer I'll remember.