The pompous laughter of Baron William Hargreaves assaults her ears. "I say, where did you find such a dress, or should I say mess? I thought even in America one would know such a garish garment would be ridiculed." His hand drifts to the immaculate cravat at his throat as he sneers at her, one supercilious eyebrow raised. Caroline Burgess despairs of her attraction to a man who ridicules her at every turn. A beautiful man who belongs to her only in the dreams he inspires. No matter what viciousness he throws at her, Caroline recognizes the longing in his eyes, matched with a secret longing of...