Their time had come.Hope Langston needed to be alone, so she retreated to Minnesota and-herisland cottage. But even there, in her private haven, she had no sense ofsolitude. Something kept beckoning, pulling at her. Someone was watching,waiting ....Armand Santeuil had waited lifetimes for her--the woman he loved with anageless and burning passion. And finally he had Hope. Nothing would stand inthe way of their boundless love, he vowed. Not even destiny...