There had been no time for tears, no time for remorse. Though her fiance had stood her up at the altar, Donna had upheld the stoic Whitaker pride. Cool as a cucumber, she'd gone on with the reception, pretending that Alex Hofstedder hadn't broken her heart into a thousand pieces.Now Alex was back in town, and Donna's calm was fading. He claimed to love her more than ever. He had an explanation. He promised to wait patiently until she could learn to trust him again. And his devastating presence promised to drive her right back into his arms!