Alexandre wasn't the kind of man for half measures. Well April loved him; not that it mattered; Alex was so angry and bitter. If only she could see him and apologize...
Alexandre Larousse wasn't the kind of man for half measures. He was ither loved or hated.
Well, April thought, she loved him.
Not that it would do any good to admit it now. Alex was angry and bitter; her distrust had hurt him deeply.
If only she could see him and apologize, tell him how this whole misunderstanding got started...But perhaps she should just return to England and try to froget the unattainable Alex Larousse!