THE FORCE OF THOSE EYES HIT FRANKIE MOOREHOUSE LIKE A GUST OF WINDBut she quickly reminded herself that she had dinner to get ready, the staff of White Caps B and u0026B (such as it was) to motivate. She didn't have the luxury of staring into a stranger's face.Although, jeez, what a face it was.And wasn't it just her luck that the owner of that face, Nate Walker - with his rebel attitude and distaste for authority - was the chef her restaurant desperately needed, and he was staying for the summer....And...it was a bit too tempting to let this breath of fresh air sweep her off her feet. Because all work and no play had been Frankie's motto for much too long!