HIS mother always assured him that he’d meet someone special when he least expected it. For years, however, Thomas hadn’t expected love to come calling, and nothing had changed. Then one day, he was knocked senseless by a beautiful woman. When he emerged from his coma, she came to his room. Jane, her name was, hair as red as the light she ran. As she sat next to his bed amid the tributaries of cords and drips keeping him alive, Thomas saw so much guilt in her beautiful eyes that he dared to dream that fortune had finally smiled upon him.