The whole of a marriage of convenience had sounded so simple when Reverend Dunwoody had suggested it. Kathleen Stevens needed a home and protection, and Rogan Rawson needed someone to keep an eye on his wayward stepmother while he was at sea. But somehow, the proud, plain Kathleen had turned the tables on him. The solitary freedom of Rogan's livelihood had lost its luster, and he couldn't come within a day's sail of Hatteras without making some excuse to check on the new Mrs. Ragan. If he didn't watch himself, Rogan was liable to wind up on dry land for good!
