‘For you there’ll be no escape from me.’ Slade Anderson had told Rosalind when she had spurned his shy advances and love. That had been eight years ago. Now he was back in her life and unless she wanted to ruin her beloved brother she had got to fulfill Slade’s condition – and marry him. And now the boot was on the other foot – for now it was Rosalind who loved, and Slade who was keeping at a distance...