‘Of course not!’ Connie feigned a wounded look. ‘I’m trying to show you how sorry I am.’
‘By turning up at my doorstep uninvited?’ Alessia shook her head. ‘You and Brayden, the two of you are made for each other. Both of you have perfected the art of turning a deaf ear when you don’t like what you are hearing.’
‘I just thought I could maybe take you out for a meal. We can talk, and—’
‘See?’ Alessia wagged a finger. ‘You just did it again. I asked you to leave, not once, not twice, but three damn times, but it’s like talking to a wall. You just plough ahead and stick to your script.’
Connie’s mask of serenity showed a slight c***k as her nostrils flared and her jaw clenched.
‘Let me guess,’ Alessia continued. ‘You know I won’t forgive you, but you’ve made it clear you won’t
