Harriet Pendleton already knew why ninety percent of the women chose him: Tyler Jordan was perfection. But it wasn't Ty's broad shoulders, or heavenly brown eyes. No, Harriet had seen the soul of the man who had raised a sibling... and whose smile had made an ungraceful duckling feel swanlike long ago.... Now she was again on his ranch with the reluctant contest winner, only this time as "Harrie Snow," world photojournalist with a hot new image. No surprise, Ty didn't recognize her. But shockingly, Mr. I-Can-Have- Any-Woman seemed to want her. But her mission had been to reclaim her heart relinquished years ago. Only, those odds weren't looking so good.