Second wife, second best? Fran couldn't remember a time when she hadn't loved Grant, and over the years the wild longings she'd felt for him as a reckless adolescent had intensified and grown. First love had endured. Yet she was hesitant when they met again in London. "It's madness, and you're crazy if you agree," Grant warned her, "but let's get married and sort out the rest afterward! " If only he'd said he loved her, Fran might not have been so acutely sensitive to every reminder of his first wife.. and how much she resembled her.