Pat Connington told herself it didn't matter what Pierre Larouche thought of her. It was odd, then, that his very presence made her more ill at ease than she had ever been in her whole live. Working for Pierre, albeit temporarily, was a thoroughly nerve-wracking experience, and it became still more uncomfortable one when Pat at last had to admit to her self that she was in love with her inaccessible employer. And even the beautiful Swiss countryside could not compensate for the fact that Pierre was obviously in love with someone else.
