For Boston-proper librarian Ana Finch, life has been quiet, certain, safe, until a glass of tainted lemonade at a garden wedding changes everything. The headaches begin then, as does the bone-chilling cold. She feels compelled to move from Boston to Denver, specifically Denver, even though the Rocky Mountain city is a place she's never been. It's as if she's searching for something, that she must search, and that the elusive something promises to be quite wonderful when she finds it: a wonderful, glorious, impossible dream. Denver architect Pierce Rourke believes in dreams - for others. In love . . . for others. The Island, his Island, is proof of such belief. It is there, on rock as white as snow and amid fountains spun from molten glass, that he's created a venue for weddings only, for the celebration of the vows and promises of love. Pierce's work is his passion. He's not searching for anything more. But there she is. Ana. The dream he never knew. Wonderful. Glorious. Impossible - unless the man who builds homes that sing and the woman who has never dared to dream can find, together, a way to triumph over destiny.