The man who staggered through the night to collapse at Dana Whittington's secluded cottage was mysterious—and more than a little dangerous. And yet, as she tenderly cared for him, she felt an aching passion growing within her—a passion that was not shaken even by the shattering news that he was a fugitive from justice....
She could not, would not, believe that Remy Leverette was a murderer. There was too much good shining through in this man, who swore he had fled prison only to protect his beloved daughter. And whatever the danger, Dana could not betray him—or a love she knew would never set her free....