It had not taken Rebecca long to fall wildly in love with Piers St. Clair--not much longer, in fact, than it had taken her to discover that he was married. So, all too swiftly, that idyll on a romantic Pacific island had had to come to an end. Now, three years later and back on the other side of the world, Rebecca had found a new life. But she had not found a new love, although young Paul Victor was doing his best to make her look his way. Nothing would ever make her forget Piers, she knew--and when, through Paul, Piers suddenly came back into her life again, Rebecca knew that she had never stopped loving him. But it was only too obvious that Piers felt nothing for her now but bitterness. Could she ever free herself, now, of this love that so clearly had no future?