She might have been in jail. Instead, she was luxuriating in a villa overlooking Lake Tahoe, playing "wife" to the man she'd tried to rob. Janet Sawyer was only trying to reclaim the cat Matt Tarrington insisted was his. But he'd caught her breaking and entering and made the devil's own bargain: she'd pose as his spouse to fool an aging aunt or face the law. Janet couldn't refuse the offer or the man. Soon she was playing her part with reckless abandon. And too soon the line between fact and fiction was vanishing! Why did this wonderful charade have to end? Could she ever trust the man who'd heedlessly played such havoc with her heart?
