All night the Porsche raced toward Phoenix

Leah Cornish knew she was gambling her future on a man she'd only met once, but did she have a choice? Guy Hamilton seemed to understand her, and his kind eyes had not judged. He'd offered her his help - and now she needed it.

Phoning Guy from the motel, Leah almost lost her nerve. But when he showed up at her door, she understood that Guy was bound to help her. She saw, too, that the other feelings she'd harbored for him, emotions she'd refused to name, would have to be forgotten. But how could that be, when it was those very feelings for Guy that were all she had left?