Molten desire carried the heated message to every cell in her body. It would have blazed a path to her eyes, to burn brightly there, but Neal couldn't let him see....

Memories-- all they had were memories. A starry-eyed teenager and a magnetic young man of twenty-four. More than a decade had passed. They'd been mere children then. Now Neal, at least, was an adult, a woman in charge of her life. A veterinarian, she'd come out to the Golden Cam to tend sick livestock, not to embark on another wild-goose chase with the irresistible Edric Cameron. Her memories held passion, pleasure--and heart-wrenching pain. She dared not trust him, dared not act on her emotions, but she couldn't deny the longing to throw caution to the winds, to fling herself into his arms without thought of tomorrow-- again.