My specialty jam business is heating up with my Valentine's Day bundle. Of course, so is my love life. Ever since I moved to Idaho and the farm my grandmother left me, I've been kind of a home body. And I fell in love with my speedy delivery guy. Who, unfortunately, doesn't know I exist. I've been getting romantic-ish gifts for the last few days. Now two men are telling me they're the givers. I'd love it to be my delivery guy, but he just doesn't seem that into me. Just my luck, it's going to turn out to be the jerk who used my jam business to increase his subscriptions at the local paper. Let's hope I can get through the holiday without losing my cool or burning the jam.