Directing her own Chicago ad agency had put Sal carter right on top. But now she was more than ready to leave the hectic business world to paint in the peace and solitude of a ramshackle Virginia farm in the toothius of the Shenandoah Mountains. It was idyllic-until the farm's mysterious owner, a dark. elegant stranger from New York. shattered her contentment Brilliant, powerful Robert Cepoue moved in international circles of big money and bigger deels. He swept into her life, aroused her passions, invaded her heart How could she have fallen in love with a man who so clearly belonged to the world she'd left behind? Was she willing to sacrifice her independence- her art -for a love piayed by his rules? "I LEFT YOUR KIND OF LIFE BEHIND," SAL EXPLAINED. "I like you, but I can see that even a fling or a summer affair with you would be all-consuming. I don't need-or want-that sort of intensity in my life." "You can really be that objective?" Robert inquired. "You like to dominate . . . everything." Sal's soft smile took the sting out of her words. "Business, of course, and your relationships." A smile flickered on Robert's mouth. "I have two ex-wives, and they both accused me of the same thing. Why is it that hearing it from you doesn't make me angry or defensive?" "Because I'm not your wife." Sal laughed for the first time since he'd arrived. "Marry me and you will be."