He was looking for one woman.

And Sheryl Hancock was not it. But when the lovely blonde with the phenomenal memory fell across his path, U.S. marshal Harry MacMillan knew that he just had to have her. For professional reasons only, of course.

Sheryl was this close to announcing her engagement to a nice steady guy when she was thrown together with dashing Harry. He claimed the twenty-four-hour-a-day togetherness was for her own good, but that gleam in his eyes had Sheryl wondering where the real danger lay: outside his arms—or in them….