Cool, brilliant, and intensely handsome, Devon Whitelaw had a perfect life. But his parents died in a sensless accident - leaving him totally alone. In order to claim his vast inheritance, Devon must find a guardian. He heads to West to find the one person who cares about more than his money. Is the love he so desperately needs waiting for him in California?
Steven Wakefield's romance with Lila Fowler is starting to sizzle. But as he investigates her arson case, Steven finds more proof that she torched Fowler Crest. Just as he's about to break his own heart and turn her in, Steven discovers evidence that could brand someone else as the real suspect . . . someone who's haunted Lila's nightmares for a long, long time . . .
Mr Benjamin went over to the man Devon had picked out and whispered into his ear. The man glanced over at Devon with a masked expression, then excused himself from the game.
Devon watched him get up and cross the room. Pete was tall and lean, and moved with powerful ease. There was something in his uncle's eyes that Devon could relate to - a driving, restless hunger, and a spot of vulnerability.
I know this guy, Devon thought. We're family!
Uncle Pete looked Devon over, obviously sizing him up as well. "So you say your my nephew." His voice was arctic, without a trace of welcome or intrest.
"That's right."Devon looked him in the eye and reined in his sappy hopes. I'm not home yet, he thought.
The police may have snagged their number-one suspect, but they've made a disasterous mistake. There's a crazed arsonist on the loose in Sweet Valley, and the next act of desrtuction may hit too close to home. Will Steven be able to spring Lila and find the real culprit before he strikes again?