Toni Jamieson took a deep breath. Here she was, surrounded by billionaires, plunged into dizzying rounds of international high life -- from sophisticated cocktail parties to sun-kissed days at ultra-luxurious country clubs.
But the petite, pretty art expert from New York had work to do, too. And there was Peter Forbes, Earl of Finchley. The young Scotsman always seemed to be spying, prying into her business affairs just when she thought he really cared for her. The charms of the bachelor nobleman -- his gentle humor and aristocratic good looks -- tugged at her heart. But not until he had brought her to the mist-shrouded Scottish Highlands, to centuries-old Finchley Castle, could she know if he would bring her happiness -- or heartbreaking despair.