Kay found her situation incredible. She had come out from England to do a welfare job - straightforward enough in itself, though in strange exotic surroundings - and here she was marooned on an uninhabited island in the Indian Ocean, alone with two men of utterly different personalities. There was Jeff, handsome and lazy, who loved good times and had never talked of marriage, but who might fall in love from the sheer lack of anything else to do. And there was this other man, big, dark and incalculable, and apparently not at all fond of women, but who would be the one to get the three of them out of there if anyone could. In fact they were not stranded for very long, but by the time they got back to civilisation Kay knew that her whole life had taken a new direction - whether for good or ill, she could not tell.