"I want you," he said, the hunger in his voice echoing the heat of desire in his eyes. But Francyne LaRue had had enough men in her life who wanted her. Now she wanted nothing less than love. And who was Brendan O'Shea, the bewitching stranger from Baton Rouge who had sauntered into her peaceful San Antonio afternoon? Was he a handsome tourist of the senses, merely passing through, only too eager to take a piece of her heart as a souvenir of his passage-- or the one man she could love for a lifetime? Were the feelings real? Could she trust them-- or were they both swept up in a passing fancy, adrift on the river's sweet, enchanting spell?