"Ivy Aretha, I love you!"
Michael Gordon's words fell into her ears one by one, her memory freezing on that scene: the white shirt, the bright-eyed boy, and the playful smile on his lips.
For a moment, Ivy felt as if they had met before, and had even possibly loved each other!
In the distant past!
Ha!
Why would she be swept away by mere sweet words?
Ivy scoffed at herself!
There had been no shortage of men who said they loved her over the years, so what was going on with her now, to be so off-balance?
"Michael Gordon, just how many women have you said this to!"
Ivy looked at him somewhat amusingly, and at herself, "Could it be that saying 'I love you' is addictive to you?"
Michael's heart sank, his arm around Bianca loosened, and a trace of hurt flickered in his deep eyes. It was the first time he had told a woman he loved her.
But instead of being moved, she didn't even believe him. Was he really that casual a person in her eyes?
