When Rosalind Harper was left as a young widow with three young sons, she did not bow her head. And by the age of forty-eight, having survived a disastrous second marriage and a difficult divorce, she kept her back even straighter and her chin higher than in her youth. She managed to build her own business from scratch, but modest female happiness would have remained an unattainable dream if not for Mitchell Carnegie. Ridiculous, forgetful and sloppy, he, like a destructive element, burst into Rosalind’s arranged life...