Who needed a man who oozed sensuality?

To her annoyance Sheridan Weaver found out she did. Richard St. Charles, with his free and easy life-style, didn't fit into her routine . . . damn his beautiful black eyes.

But wouldn't you know he'd come in handy as an amateur sleuth. And Sheridan couldn't resist acting the cocky private investigator herself, on the trail of her father and a bumbling crook. Inevitably, once she threw caution away, Richard proved to be the ideal partner...