It's just Izzy's kind of luck. The first time she straggles home sopping wet after wading into a freezing stream to save a drowning kitten, she walks right into the handsomest man she has ever seen. He's also the most arrogant man she's ever met. And worse, her father has been conspiring with his father on their marriage since they were babes. Never mind that she had planned to marry Donald. Likewise, Tristan has no intention of marrying a loose screw like Izzy, who when she is not driving him crazy might expose the secret injury that could cost him his Guards commission. The only thing they have in common is their grim determination not to marry each other, and their only escape is the plot they concoct, a double elopement with a switch at the end, each of them marrying their original betrotheds. But she intrigues him, makes him laugh, makes him feel alive. And somewhere along the way, Tristan learns to let go of his deep immense sorrow and loss from the war, and replace it with love and joy.