"I am more your type than you think," Joel Blake had said. "We're the same sort of people, Harriet. We both cherish dreams and we both hide it." But there was no way Harriet was going to admit that. After all, there was nothing so special about him. Other men were as clever, as handsome, and as rich. Only to herself did she say, I love you Joel Blake - I love you, but I will get over you!