The touch of love

Keep your imagination where it belongs That's what Melody Connacher told herself. It was okay to go a little crazy when writing songs, hidden away on her beautiful island--but to reach out her arms and whisper his name, that was madness. Scott Alexander, the rugged ship's master who had burst into her world, was a stranger even if he was attractive and pleasant. She really knew almost nothing about him--except that he wasn't a man for staying. But if Melody turned and looked at him, whispered a word of consent--it would happen. An affair--hot and quick and over.