Sitting on a California beach at summer's end, Jane Marsh thought back to her childhood at the estate called Elvie in a remote corner of Scotland She remembered not only the heather-covered hills and lonely loch, but her grandmother, and, of course, Sinclair She had secretly dreamed of marrying rakishly handsome Sinclair and settling at Elvie forever Now an urgent visit from her grandmother's lawyer would become the catalyst for her return to Scotland Waiting for her was passion, not gentle love, and the chilling realisation that she might be ready to wed the wrong man