To Amy some men had a scent signature, an aroma that preceded them as they got close. Fried onion, lemon grass or cloves, pleasant smells. It was a signal that a particular man had the potential to become a close friend or lover, and the same scent would always accompany him as he approached her. There had only been one misfire and that was Simon, and she could never understand why she had not realized that his signature smell of overheated cooking oil meant trouble?
Meeting two men with appealing scent signatures nearly at the same time, freshly made coffee for one and cinnamon for the other, seemed nearly too good to be true. But Amy's life became complicated when the man she fell in love with turned out to have a hidden side . Her plan to teach him a lesson turned into a recipe for disaster and heartbreak, and she was forced to realize that the scent signature might not always be as accurate as she had thought. But a blizzard, a train stuck in the middle of nowhere and the intervention of fate all played a part in the outcome.