Enchanted Autumn — Mary Whistler

From the moment that Jane, in her employer's fabulous Cadillac, bumped into the black and silver car, life was never to be quite the same again. For the car belonged to Etienne and soon Jane's heart was his too.

The danger was that he would merely add it to his collection of precious and beautiful things, grow weary of it, discard it and eventually forget it. For this, Jane realized, was a love destined to be haunted -- by the past, by jealousy, by memories and by Etienne's own bitterness.

All this she accepted. But she could not -- and would not -- accept second best from him. And that was all he seemed able to offer her. . .