Maybe Tomorrow — Marie Pershing

Jenna fought the hot rush that left her heart brimming with love every time she thought of Simon. What would a fantastically handsome young doctor want with plain Jenna Wilson, a girl burdened with family troubles, family ties?

There was the beautiful sophisticated Patrice �" wasn't Simon still getting over their rocky affair? He was just being kind to Jenna, after the accident. They were just friends, that was all.

And yet..his voice when he spoke to her…his arms when he held her…In the rustic cabin where he brought her to recuperate, with each spring-awakened wild flower in the moss-grown northern woods, her heart sang, “He loves me �" he must!”