Peach Smith spends long days cooking and cleaning for Scurlock's Hotel in Coffeyville. It's a hard, lonely life that makes her long for escape, but she's sensible enough not to trust Bob Dalton's sweet promises of a future together in Brazil if she helps his gang rob the town bank.
Will Wesley may be an embittered lawman taking too much comfort in the bottle, but he's sober enough to know the Dalton gang means trouble - and that Peach Smith, with her innocent heart, may be caught right in the middle of it. He's right. The big robbery finds the Daltons shot in cold blood, innocent citizens dead...and Peach holding stolen money.
Desperate and afraid, Peach begs Will to find out who tipped the law to the gang's plot and caused the death of the only man who half-way cared about her. It's a job that puts Will on the rozor's edge between duty and raging desire. And when his kisses ignite the smoldering passions in Peach's body and soul, he wonders if she's thinking of him...or her dead outlaw. Now just one thing stands in the way of their future together...the past.