Linda Howard is a very talented author, but this book is awful. It shares many common factors with alot of her other early - awful - books, which follow the eighties romance tradition of degrading the heroine and treating the hero like solid gold, even if he is a complete jerk. Her books are much better now, but WOW are some of the early ones stinkers.
This book is basically a story about a man who loses his family in an awful accident. We sympathise wtih him, and understand him, but I don't find his treatment of the heroine noble or sympathetic at all. The fact is, he becomes an emotional coward, and drags the heroine down into his never-ending spiral of self-pity and paranoia.
I also find it hard to believe that a man who was such a loving father would be capable of literally ignoring the existence of his new-born baby. I mean, the man refuses to even look at it, won't stay in the same room with it, completely ignores it's crying for hours when his wife is unable to look after it because of illness, and while she is pregnant, makes absolutely no concession to her condition at all - he literally pretends that there is no pregnancy or child, and expects her to do the same. When she doesn't, he sulks and has tantrums, and stalks out of the house to pout! Quite frankly, I like a bit more emotional depth and maturity in a man than this. My advice - don't bother. Get some of her more recent ones.