Robert Carlton had dropped into Laura Lackland's world--an island backwater in the West Indies--by helicopter. He'd charmed her minx of a daughter with bedtime stories. And he'd sent Laura's pulse soaring with kisses in the moonlight.

But they had nothing in common. She was an artistic recluse while he was a business tycoon, who wanted only her signature on some important papers. Laura knew that once she'd signed he'd be gone--and her life would be as it had been.

And a good thing, too, common sense said. Her reawakened heart, however, was beating out quite a different message....