When James Sheridan Rafferty died in the famed Saint Valentine’s Day massacre, he’d no idea that Cupid’s wicked angels would give him a second-chance … in 1993. All he had to do was fall madly in love within forty-eight hours.
But could a real Chicago gangster with a chip on his shoulder – and a down-and-dirty twenties style even Bogart would envy – fall truly in love? It hardly helped that the day of hearts and flowers fell on Friday the 13th.
Helen Emerson complicated matters, since the good-hearted gangster didn’t have time to save damsels in distress. No doubt Helen would make a fabulous lover, but she was no gun moll. Still, with time running out, she was Rafferty’s only hope.