Certain the "smart" Steffington
twin is the person who can help her recover her late
husband's nearly priceless stolen Chaucer manuscript,
Catherine Bexley tearfully persuades the scholar to assist
her. A deal is struck. She's particularly pleased that the
Doctor of Letters is not interested in seducing her because
she's finished with men (owing to her late husband's
multitude of unfortunate alliances with. . .doxies).
Regaining the manuscript and its subsequent sale will give
her independence to ensure she never has to marry again.
Once he learns the poor, delicate widow is in danger of
losing her heavily mortgaged home if they cannot find the
valuable hologram, Dr. Melvin Steffington vows to do
everything in his power to restore the rare Canterbury Tales
to her. It's obvious the pretty little thing needs a man to
help her. Not normally the twin to take note of pretty
little things, Melvin can't help but to observe that Mrs.
Bexley's physical appearance is much like the beauties so
admired by his twin brother.
He hadn’t counted on the fact he would have to pose as her
husband as they race against the banker's ticking clock. He
hadn’t counted on the mysterious thief attempting to kill
him. Most of all, he hadn't counted on how close he would
become to the lovely widow or how the kissing of said widow
would become the most pleasant experience in his entire
seven and twenty years. . .
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