He wasn't the marrying kind. It was only circumstances, Joanne told herself, that made her go with Dimitri Kastro to the Greek island home of her father, whom she had not seen since she was a baby. She would have far rather stayed at home planning her wedding to her fiancé Jimmy; but her father was dying and had expressed a wish to see her, so what else could she do? Certainly it was nothing to do with Dimitri himself, whom her father had sent to persuade her to come, and who had made it very plain that he considered her selfish, and naïve. But go she did—and as time went on found Jimmy less and less in her mind and Dimitri more and more disturbing. And even if Dimitri had not plainly shown Joanne what he thought of her, her stepmother Andrea had made her future plans very clear.. . . . "Me - I'm a loner," Dimitri said sardonically. "I want no little woman to warm my slippers on a winter's evening and cook me exotic eastern food!" Joanne was furious, as much with herself as with him. It was no use speculating now on what might have happened if she had not written the letter, but she still could not understand why suddenly everything was going wrong!