Broken Vow's

om where she had gone off to, Angie swal

aved in a long. 'I knew

nard, thou

lready seven o' clock, so I'll go now, s

e'd come here to do, Alex was already he

is it? She watched his shoulders gi

d watched him flinch again

he had his own bedroom here, his own key. He'd had the same things at the apartm

look of remorse. 'I really...really am sorry, Angie ', he husked out painful

ption. He'd done it because she'd always

ife I won't ever do an

g urge to go over there and hug him, reassure him that everything was going to be okay, almost got the

s of helpless hovering he turned and slunk away, leaving her alone w

The apartment

ssage across. She wasn't a fool. She knew the divorce papers would have landed o

to deliver it and

clout, sh

The apartment.

m Leonard was expecting to see, she determined grimly as she rose to her feet. Her brother might see her as a pathetic creature with all the stuffing knocked out of her, but

nd stepped across the kitchen to catch up her bag. A minute later she was standi

*

m the lobby informing him that his wife had arr

alf an ho

is wet hair with a towel. He was under no illusion that she had rushed over here because she was eager to see him

hands and his mouth on her body, her complete lack of self control wh

he had spent the last twelve mon

sing room and came out again a minute later, still flipping shut the last few bu

d of the mezzanine landing which looked down on the spacious luxury of open plan living backed by poramic views of London's skyline and his long, graceful stride

e could not, because the chains of loyalty to her brother were too heavy and too tight. In a few seconds she was going to step out of the lift into his waiting clutches, h

the wall beside him, slid his hands into the pockets of his black silk trousers and watched

black, with her flame bright hair spun in fiery tendrils around her onc

of burning acrimony, icy defensiveness and a transparent spark of sexual alertn