Doyle, a burned-out writer packed off to Coldbrook on doctor’s orders, expects nothing from the weathered farmhouse by the falls but quiet and river air. What he finds is Rosalby: eighteen years old, hazel-eyed, a widow already, and entirely unimpressed by him. When the arrival of a wealthy rival, Alfred Evelyn, threatens their fragile bond, Doyle’s cynicism dissolves into a desperate, reckless jealousy. Will Rosalby love a man she finds jealous, hard, and unreasonable?