Deborah knew that she wasn't glamorous! Even is she had all the time and money in the world, nothing was going to alter the fact that she was skinny with hair the color of carrots. So if was hardly surprising that attractive consultant Sir James Marlow viewed her as a waif and stray to be rescued, rather than as a woman he could love. And yet he must feel something for her. Why else should he keep turning up on her doorstep?