There must be a law that if you are having a perfect good day someone will throw a mokey wrench into it. This wrench turned out to be a belessing in this case.
Ever since her divorce, Marie has received flowers on Valentine's Day. She has no idea who her secret admirer is, but she's come to cherish the yearly tradition for the last three years. Will it continue?
This is a somewhat similar story to the first, but takes place in a different location, without the gratuitous sex. Others do those much better than I, so I will stick with what I think I am better at. The characters might change as does the plot. It takes place up in Alaska's Brooks Range, and around Fairbanks, and then moves out west. The story will live or die on its own merits.