Ira McNewell was supposed to be dead. The government had sent a telegram saying he had been killed in action, yet there he was, sprawled out beneath Alice on the floor of The Black Swan Hotel. For a minute, she thought she'd died when she fell off the ladder and he'd come to escort her to Heaven, but surely God wouldnt't make a mistake like that. Ira had been engaged to her sister Catherine when he'd gone off to the war, not Alice. Now it was up to...