The Alps were as beautiful Janice had imagined. Yet as she gazed out over the fields ablaze with flowers, toward the snow-capped peaks, she was Idled with aching sadness. Why had she come? Lewis Allerton, her mother’s dear friend, had offered a job. But now, his health failing, there was little to do. To make matters worse, there was Marcus, his son. Women were drawn to him like metal to a magnet. The lovely young nurse, Sarah, was already heartbroken. Aristocratic Isabel Du Cann fluttered about him like an elegant butterfly. Handsome, arrogant, Marcus regarded Janice with cold contempt. To him, she was a cheap fortune hunter, and yet it was he who had taken possession of her sole treasure... he who had stolen her heart.