Darcy's idyllic existence is shattered when Travis Denton enters her life. Home is the South Island of New Zealand where she lives, works and looks after her orphaned niece, Brooke. Work, school and outdoor leisure pursuits fill their time with friends and with each other. Darcy believes nothing can disturb their happy life, but then she meets Travis Denton.
Travis has recently discovered his ex-wife died giving birth to their child and he wants his daughter in his life. He understands a spinster aunt has charge of eight-year-old Brooke and doesn't anticipate any trouble to his application for custody. The aunt should be glad to pass guardianship to him so she can get on with her own life. His assurance is shattered when he meets Darcy Farrell and the international custody battle for Brooke begins.
Travis Denton leaned casually against the brick wall, his stare fixed on a villa on the other side of the street. The door of the house opened and a woman and child emerged. The golden-haired youngster skipped happily beside her companion and Travis smiled as the girl's chatter drifted across the road.
He switched his glance to the woman and his eyes clouded with confusion. The way she was dressed was startling. Legs clad in fishnet tights disappeared under a miniscule black miniskirt, which rose even higher as she strutted down the street. She turned to speak to the child, and he saw her lips were thick with bright red lipstick, which mirrored the colour of her spiky fingernails as they patted her piled-up dark hair. A laughing response to a comment from the child shook the cheap plastic earrings dangling from each ear, and they knocked against the turned up collar of her black leather jacket. A skimpy yellow rib top showed beneath the jacket and Travis noticed it stopped just below the breasts to expose a bare stretch of suntanned stomach.
Travis frowned. He had travelled to New Zealand from California to meet eight year old Brooke and her aunt, Darcy Farrell, but the sight of the woman in her flashy clothes and overdone make-up worried him.
His temper rose when a car pulled up and the woman bent down to speak to the driver, her breasts swaying enticingly. She straightened up, took a step backwards and stuck her leg forward then, with one hand on her hip, she lifted her skirt suggestively. The action disgusted Travis and left him with no doubt about her profession. How dare she ply her trade when she has the child with her! Grey eyes darkened with fury when both Darcy and Brooke got into the car.
He cursed under his breath. If what he'd just witnessed indicated the morals of Darcy Farrell, his reason for being here had become even more urgent. Travis wished he could follow them, but he'd been concerned about not being seen and had parked his car on the next street. Jaw muscles clenched. Now he knew he must win the battle ahead.
Still frowning, Travis walked back to his vehicle and returned to the hotel."