Eleanor Thalston refused to be charmed by the twingling eyes and lilting brogue of the Irish ballandeer shed hired to strum up business for her restaurant. She was far too practical to fall for a fantasy spinner like Cahill McCrea. Yes, his commanding presence, his manly ways, wove a tantalizing, arousing spell, but bitter reality had tought Eleanor that dreamers always drifted on, dealing in only one future: heartache.
Cahill longed to settle down in America. In headstrong Eleanor, he found the woman to share that future with. But hed have to convince her of his staying power. And his time in this precious new world was rapidly running out...