Nik Sinclair needed a temporary accountant, and Sara Santangelo was a temporary kind of woman. Never mind that when he said day, she said night. Nik could put up with anything for a few weeks, including a maddeningly feisty and footloose employee.

But Nik soon suspected that Sara wasn't fancy-free after all - she was running from something. He was far too busy to care. So why was he longing to soothe Sara's wounded soul - and capture her gypsy heart?

Sara wanted Nik as much as he wanted her, but life had taught her that nothing wonderful ever lasted. love, like Christmas, was merely a few fleeting moments of joy. And Sara's feelings for Nik meant only one thing: it was time to move on.