Oh, she was mean-minded, possessive, Katie told herself ashamedly. And scared. When four-year-old Kim learned that Sasha Kimberly was his real father and threw his arms around Sasha's neck, she felt a knife-thrust of jealousy and fear. It wasn't fair. Katie had come to Hawaii. Made a new life for herself. Her little crafts shop was her pride and joy. Once she had begged for Sasha's kisses, but he had betrayed her. Once she had left him. Could she stem the tide of passion that rose to meet his as he kissed her, stripping away her inhibitions as skillfully and swiftly as his sudden presence stripped away the years?