It had all happened. The heavy gold band on her finger proved that she was now Mrs. Colter Langston.

But even her name on his lips sounded strange, as if he were talking to someone else.

"I don't particularly like myself," Colter was saying. "It's just as well you discover now the kind of man I am. That way you won't expect very much from our marriage."

If Natalie had subconsciously hoped that something would grow between them, the dream died with his words. . . .