Everyone knew they'd make the perfect match--or perfect enemies. No doubt wagers were being taken when Lord Rossington returned to London to brazenly ask for the hand of the lady he had jilted nine years before. Now it seemed all of England stood agape, wondering which of them would falter first--the awesomely beautiful Louisa Farnham, or the irresistibly charming Earl. But their impeccably composed faces left no hint of what stirred between them. And no one, not even they, knew whether it was love or hate that possessed them...