A holiday friendship -- nothing more. That was Charles Ravenscroft's proposal. "No past, no future, simply a fortnight of pleasure." Anthea wasn't so quick to agree. She was a confident woman now, no longer the impressionable girl who had made Charles the hero of her youthful fantasies. And yet she felt the strange magic of the tropics, to say nothing of the spell cast by Charles himself. Changed and embittered he might be, but he was still the most attractive man Anthea had ever met... .