{"strong"=>[{"em"=>["This so-called dowager’s companion was not as innocent as she pretended!"]}]}
Hardened thief-taker Wolf Wolversley had met her type before. If she had nothing to hide, then why had she run? Rosalind Meadowfield had run when she’d learned the accusations. But not far enough. On a wild, wind-swept Scottish moor, Wolf caught up with her. A scarred, bitter man — but Rosalind was unafraid. She saw no cruelty in his eyes, only passion!