She was a beautiful heiress far from home who dreamed of being loved for herself alone. Arrogant and powerful, he didn't ask questions. He commanded and took her trust love, and passion - then left her with only her cold stubborn pride. They'd shared a night of enchantment, a night Deborah McLeod had paid for in endless nights of joyless solitude, alone with her memories-and her little son - until a strange twist of fate swept Storm Grainger from California to the McLeod's Virginia estate. In spite of herself she longed for him, ached for him. Now he stood before her. Four years ago he had used her and betrayed her. Would her own treacherous heart betray her now?