"The boss is fading fast. His last request is that a writer compose his memoirs" was Aunt Lillian's plea. Helping the elderly oilman seemed natural to Mari. But Ward Jessup was anything but old and sickly .
"Poor little Mari," her aunt fretted. "I'm worried about her state of mind-deep emotional scars." Ward's sympathy went out to Lillian's niece, and he invited Mari to the ranch. But the woman who arrived was hardly a helpless little girl .
Though they knew they had been tricked, neither could fight the power of Cupid's magic arrow.