Private investigator Nick Tremain had accepted this case as a last-ditch effort save his floundering agency. His prime suspects turned out to be a dotty astrologer and his daughter -- an emerald-eyed beauty of a daughter! How could he maintain his last shred of professional dignity when all he could think about was getting Diana Stewart into his arms? . . . What was the mysterious, and obviously overqualified, young man doing looking for employment in Diana's shop? Diana just couldn't believe Nick was really interested in her father's footsteps. He did seem harmless with that engaging smile and those turquoise-blue eyes, but why was her father suddenly predicting doom?