Heiress Incognita . . . Merlyn Forrest Steele couldn't refuse the offer - work for a living for one month, and her father would stop his clumsy matchmaking attempts. Maybe she'd somehow find a man who had eyes for her, not her bank account, and meanwhile, she could prove she was no dilettante heiress . . . So it was ironic that the first man to penetrate her defenses in her new life would be the one who was looking for just that . . . Not that she'd have the sardonic, arrogant Cameron Thorpe, even if he asked her. Let him go ahead and marry some insipid little heiress - he'd get exactly what he deserved . . . But why did this thought give Merlyn no comfort at all?