HE WAS LOOKING FOR ONE WOMAN And Sheryl Hancock—a steady postal worker with an advanced case of wanderlust—was not it. But when the lovely blonde with the phenomenal memory literally fell across his path, U.S. marshal Harry MacMillan, on the track of a female fugitive, experienced another kind of lust altogether. And he knew that he just had to have her. For professional reasons only, of course. Sheryl was this close to announcing her engagement to a nice steady guy when she was thrown together with dashing Harry. He claimed that the twenty-four-hour-a-day togetherness was for her own good, but that gleam in his eye had Sheryl wondering where the real danger lay: outside his arms—or in them….