Experience had taught Chloe that ordinary men were a sadly selfish bunch. So she conjured up an ideal. He would have to be rich and generous: tall, dark and handsome; kind to children and animals. And he would possess a sense of humor.
She and her sister had a good laugh over the requirements. They both knew full well that such a man could never really exist!
At least that's what Chloe thought -- until she met Benedict Dane. . . .