Arkansas--as far as Jacinda North was concerned, it was the end of the universe. If she survived six months of holding the fort as electrical engineer for the Ozark Power Company, she'd be safely back in New York far from Eric Fortner.

Clearly they had nothing in common. She was an M.I.T. graduate; he a high school dropout. He was an accepted member of the Fayetteville community; she was simply passing through on her way to far more important places. He was a country boy; she was a sophisticated city woman. How could she explain that Eric had managed to solve complex problems that had stumped the nation's most erudite engineers? How could she explain that the moment his lips touched hers she was utterly lost? He was all wrong. But why did it feel so right?