Her aunt's legacy of a cottage on the Costa Brava had some curiously hampering conditions attached to it, Linda thought. In fact, it was really a thinly-disguised attempt to manoeuvre Linda into marrying a Spaniard. Aunt Natalie had even chosen the man, and he was handsome and charming as anyone could wish. Linda's English neighbour had charm too, and the whole situation might have developed into a pleasant, harmless comedy if Maxine had not turned up. For where Maxine went, drama — and even, if she was thwarted in getting her own way, disaster —tended to follow.