“Is it possible?” Alex asked, not daring to cling to hope. He watched her face closely, still knowing every inch of her face from memory. Fifteen years had done nothing to diminish her beauty in his eyes, only enhance it.
The rehearsal hall was empty except for the two of them and he could hear the sounds of Times Square drifting up from the street. His heart was pounding in his chest as he stared into her golden brown eyes.
Marina took a deep, cleansing breath. “No. We can’t. I can’t. What about Mollie? What about your parents? There are way too many complications.”
“First of all, my mother is pretty observant. She knows how I feel and why I left. My parents love you. You’re the daughter they always wanted and they are over the moon about Mollie. The only thing my parents care about is that we are happy, and if that means being together…”
“You’re making some huge presumptions.”
Alex smirked. “Mollie isn’t a solid argument.”
He nodded. “You daughter has this overly romantic and tragic theory about all this. Ask her to share it with you sometime.” He folded his arms over his chest. “What else ya got?”