She'd had time to get over things. So everyone said. Physically Paula had recovered, but the guilty feeling of being responsible for the accident that killed her fiancé and his small son still overwhelmed her.

She agreed to spend time at a cottage on the Scottish estate of her publisher's friend, old Sir Iain Cameron—to pull herself together and to redo the book illustrations she'd been shocked to find were unacceptable.

But she wouldn't have come if she'd known about young Jamie and his disturbing uncle Hugo, for inevitably they broke through the barrier she'd erected between herself and life . . . and love.