When Lady Georgette Thorold wakes up beside an attractive but complete stranger, she has more to sort out than her missing memory. She has no idea where she is, but the wedding ring on her finger suggests she did more than kiss the handsome Scotsman lying next to her in bed. Determined to either correct an egregious error or pretend it never happened, Georgette does what any well-bred lady with a modicum of sense and a distrust of marriage would do: she panics, and when the handsome stranger tries to talk her into staying, she hits him over the head with a chamber pot and runs. James McKenzie has spent his adult life trying to overcome his miscreant youth and his family’s disappointment, but in a single night he may have just destroyed his hard-earned reputation. He has either spent the evening protecting a very naïve, and-dare he say it-very drunk young lady from the advances of every disreputable character in the town of Moraig, or he has gone and married a pretty, scheming thief. Not that his own head is entirely clear on the matter, but when the woman in question repays his kindness with a knock on the head, the bill for her room, and the theft of his purse, an embarrassed James is determined to track her down and show her she picked the wrong solicitor to swindle. As the two newlyweds try to track each other down, bits and pieces of the night come flooding back...as does the attraction they so quickly had for each other. But with Georgette convinced she needs an annulment and James convinced he married a thief, the road back to each other is more than a little rocky. The only question left is: was it a night worth remembering? Or a mistake they would both rather forget?