He Sentence Examples
He will save Europe!
He had done one good deed.
He was elected president.
But he paid no attention to her warning.
He needed the rest.
His shoes were covered with mud; he had torn his coat on the thorny tree.
He will be pleased.
He stared at the picture.
He thinks you are better than us.
He was, in fact, making this soup, his favorite dish.
AdvertisementHe arched a dark brow "Alexia?"
He didn't know the car was coming.
He has no time to be anything but a machine.
He smiled up at her.
He stooped and picked up a bird's nest that had fallen upon the ground.
AdvertisementMaybe he thought she would change her mind, but it wasn't going to happen.
He wanted... needed an answer.
He said it would work for a girl or a boy.
Next to Washington he was the greatest American.
But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist--I really believe he is Antichrist--I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself!
AdvertisementHe doesn't remember what happened.
He didn't need proof.
I'm sure he doesn't think that.
He pulled her into his arms again.
He was such a wonderful person in so many ways.
AdvertisementHe reached for her again.
It was true, and it brought color to his neck, but he didn't comment.
He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
When she glanced at him, he was eyeing her, a wry smile twisting his lips.
He was a junior salesman.
So he followed the Prince into the great domed hall, and Dorothy and Zeb came after them, while the throng of people trooped in also.
He married Lucy Helen Everett, who belonged to the same family of Everetts as Edward Everett and Dr. Edward Everett Hale.
He made it all sound so innocent - even noble.
He isn't a Mexican.
He had a right to a few quirks.
He was getting to be quite a handsome young man.
Gathering her in his arms, he pulled her close - his lips seeking hers hungrily.
He was being positively rude.
Removing his hands from the wall, he placed them on her shoulders, pulling her closer.
He was merely admiring it.
He wasn't gentle then.
And Croesus was so amazed that he endowed the Oracle at Delphi with all kinds of gifts and planned to run all-important questions by this oracle.
When a man is warmed by the several modes which I have described, what does he want next?
She had the most expressive face he had ever seen.
After he left, she lifted one of the suitcases and placed it on the bed.
He talks about you - thinks about you all the time.
In the end, he will not refuse.
I guess he was stunned by my beauty.
He swept her around.
He wouldn't like that.
If he had simply ignored her, she might have been able to get her emotions under control, but now a sob threatened so convincingly that she was afraid to breathe.
He hadn't caused the miscarriage.
Alex was uneasy because he and his biological father had never seen eye to eye.
What could he do about it but lose more sleep?
Once again he had caught her ogling him.
He tossed the shirt on the bed and walked silently to her.
Finally he glanced up and met her questioning gaze.
All eyes were on Alex as he mounted.
He does not like the way father treats us - financially.
Alex liked being in control, and he had none in this situation.
For a moment she lay waiting, and then realized he had fallen asleep.
Is he not wonderful?
Alex handed the reins to a caretaker and dusted himself off as he headed for the gate.
He opened the door and spoke quietly to someone.
Other than the one time he had lost his temper with her, she had never known him to be anything but gentle.
He picked up the picture and sighed deeply, meeting her gaze.
He ran a hand through his hair.
He paced back and forth across the room, deep in thought.
Wrapping his arms around her, he sighed deeply.
Glancing in the mirror, he straightened his jacket and tucked the tie back down into his vest.
He grinned and nodded.
Now it truly mattered how much money he had.
Well, he was probably embarrassed by her outburst and felt the need to explain.
He studied her face.
Since then he had treated her with total respect.
He glanced at Alex.
Carmen glanced at him, but he was still deep in thought.
In fact, he'd probably be horrified to know he slipped and did it now.
He would have been so proud.
He lifted the nest gently and put it in a safe place in the forks of the tree.
But in the excitement of carrying me to church my father lost the name on the way, very naturally, since it was one in which he had declined to have a part.
He was a great hunter, I have been told, and a celebrated shot.
He parked the truck in front of the house and headed down the hill.
He walked down the hill, pausing a reverent moment at the headstone, and then ducked under a limb as he continued down the hill.
He was going to call the doctor.
He walked out of the room chuckling.
He glanced at his watch and swallowed before answering.
He grinned and waved.
He sounded wide awake.
Finally he pulled away.
She was equally certain that he would have loved them.
A few minutes later his deep voice drifted back down the hall as he discussed something with her.
He lifted a brow.
Grabbing her hands, he pushed her back on the bed and held her down.
He slowly lowered his head, and when his lips touched hers, they were warm and firm.
He pulled away from her, propping up on an elbow as he studied her face.
Her fingers encountered Alex's as he assisted her.
As always, he had been there when she needed him.
Carmen scooted closer to him, wondering if he heard Felipa.
He nodded toward Destiny.
Maybe he was simply tired.
He pulled the shirt tails out of his pants and shucked it.
Now he was exerting his authority in another way.
He wasn't hurt, he interjected.
He must have been really exhausted.
When she glanced at Alex, he was watching her intently.
Alex sat up and scooted back so he could lean on the headboard.
They danced for a few minutes in comfortable silence, and finally he spoke again.
He always wanted to be a veterinarian.
He doesn't force me to do what he wants.
He is their father and he is ultimately responsible.
If he wants to keep this estate in the family, he'll have to leave it to his daughters.
Otherwise, he'll have to live with the idea that it will no longer be in the family after he passes.
He turned, regarding her with apprehension.
She wasn't telling him anything he didn't already know.
He quickly opened it and pulled out the contents.
It will be different this time, he said, cuddling her against his chest as if she were a child.
No matter how sorry Alex was for what happened, or how many times he apologized or tried to make up for it, he couldn't remove the hurt.
No doubt he told them that Alexia had died, because after Jonathan's statement, that would be easiest.
What would be different this time was the fact that he couldn't deny the babies were his - that and the fact that this time she had no uterus to lose.
He was fallible like everyone else.
Yet somewhere deep inside she feared that if he was capable of betrayal once, then he might be again.
Still, Alex had taken ownership for what he had done.
Alfonso assured him that it was no big deal - that Señor Medena would pay for it because he had lots of money.
Maybe he was thinking about what his father would say or do when he came in.
He sank into the chair and let out a long breath.
He probably didn't even realize what he said.
He had never called Señor Medena Dad before.
When Dulce stopped talking, he said something and turned, walking away from her.
He pulled the pajama top shut and started buttoning it without looking up.
It was simply that he didn't want to tell her - which amounted to the same thing.
He nodded and then shifted his attention back to Dulce.
Destiny stared at Alex over Carmen's shoulder and Jonathan was so focused on Alex that he nearly ran into Alondra.
Because he doesn't want to inherit?
Carmen glanced at Alex, but he either didn't notice her attention, or he was avoiding her eyes.
He was right, to a degree It isn't the past that I'm pitching you, Alex.
His bittersweet chocolate gaze wandered over her face in search of something, or maybe he was digesting the information.
Maybe he was unusually hungry.
Kicking his foot free of the stirrup, he offered her a hand, never taking his eyes off Señor Medena.
Very likely he has stopped to take care of them.
I was greatly puzzled to know what he was doing.
Next to his family he loved his dogs and gun.
Count Rostov's mouth watered with pleasure and he nudged Pierre, but Pierre wanted to speak himself.
Pierre wished to say that he was ready to sacrifice his money, his serfs, or himself, only one ought to know the state of affairs in order to be able to improve it, but he was unable to speak.
She smiled to herself - and not always because he rubbed her the wrong way.
Obviously he was still struggling with it.
He reached her and turned, walking beside her as they started back up the hill to the house.
The voice and words belonged to Josh, and yet he had been dead for more than two years.
As they continued toward the house, he cleared his throat.
He was head of the house - the one who made final decisions.
Without answering, he headed for the fireplace and opened the wood box.
She gazed down at him as he knelt beside the fire.
Long dark lashes and black curly hair - he had it all.
She glanced up at him as he stopped beside her.
In fact, he had given her strict orders not to lift anything.
Taking her in his arms, he held her close for a moment and then planted a kiss on her forehead.
Pulling his head down, she met warm lips again and surrendered to the passion he always managed to arouse.
If anything could take her mind off the worry of surrogacy, he could.
If Alex knew that, he gave no indication - and she had no intention of telling him.
Alex walked into the room, smiling when he saw what she had done.
He bent over, picked up her clothes and tossed them to her.
He stood and tossed the last bite into his mouth, washing it down with the last of his milk.
Without waiting for her to reply, he strode away, pausing only long enough to shrug into his denim jacket.
She followed him out the door and watched as he hopped into the truck and started the engine.
Turning the truck around, he headed back down the drive.
Bill was family because he was married to Alex's sister.
Alex had been the one who helped her see them as true family, and yet he was having issues accepting his own father.
Apparently his greatest concern was the fact that his mother was married to his adoptive father at the time he was conceived.
Like Alex, he saw the logic in surrogacy, as did Bill.
I can't imagine what he was thinking to hide a thing like that from you.
I don't know if he is actually trying to hide things, or simply doesn't know how to initiate the subject.
With slow graceful steps, he pulled her into dance.
He turned to find Jonathan grinning up at him.
What was he disappointed about - the new baby?
He wouldn't have approved - of that she was certain.
But then, she hadn't approved of his drinking or the way he treated Lori either.
Then there was the money he left to Carmen.
Would he be disappointed that Lori got it?
He reached out with one arm and drew her toward him.
Alex had promised the foal to Jonathan and he had already named it Eureka.
He had been taking care of her for nearly a year now.
He came up behind her and took the coffee cup from her hands, sitting it on the table.
He pulled her close in an embrace, his lips warm against hers in response to her silent query.
He intended it as a joke, but the memory it resurrected was painful.
In business transactions Alex was frugal with his money, but when it came to his family, he was generous.
The household account he had set up for her was healthy and growing with the monthly deposits he made.
That might be true, but there was no point in working at becoming a spendthrift simply because he had money.
In fact, that was a good way to make sure he didn't.
He plopped down in a chair, his intense gaze fixed on her.
It wouldn't have been so much fun for him if she had reacted the way he did when she told him she was pregnant.
But then, he had reason - in his head - to believe it wasn't his.
He leaned back, looking perplexed.
Alex didn't know about her fear of flying and she'd just as soon he didn't learn.
He looked through them and then handed them back without comment.
He picked up the newspaper she had set out for him and started to read.
I know it still galls you that he was willing to help pay for your college education, but not Katie's.
He lowered the newspaper and his steady gaze met hers.
He lifted the paper and started to read again.
He rolled up the newspaper and hit her playfully on the backside as she walked away.
No doubt he didn't like being reminded that her dream could only be achieved by unnatural methods.
Why hadn't it occurred to her that Jonathan might feel he was being replaced?
He pulled the undershirt over his head before answering.
He watched absently as she shrugged out of her blouse.
I think he felt included because he was helping as much as we were.
He had indicated enough times that he would like to see her in something a little more feminine and fashionable.
He was going to like the clothes she bought for the trip.
He reached for her and she evaded his hands, playfully slapping him away.
She returned his kiss passionately, and when he pulled his head back, she gazed up at him.
He raised a brow.
He kissed her hand.
This time he didn't simply indicate what he felt.
He actually flat-out stated it.
He had seemed amused by her modesty in the past, and yet it had obviously troubled him.
It was embarrassing to think she had let it go on this long without realizing he was troubled by it.
He stepped back to surrender Destiny.
He was dressed in his usual indigo jeans and western shirt.
He always looked nice, but normally he would have worn a suit for the occasion.
He didn't want to go, so maybe this was his expression of resistance.
Now he knew what a chicken she was.
He continued to avoid her gaze, focusing on Felipa instead.
In fact, maybe he didn't know her very well.
He wanted to protect her and preserve her innocence.
Well, he did say he would go because she and Jonathan wanted to.
Was he actually avoiding conversation with his father?
Surely he didn't intend to be verbally invisible the entire visit.
Maybe he felt excluded - or maybe he simply needed a little encouragement.
Alex had directed the little he said to her only.
She leaned back against his arm, watching his profile as he looked out the window.
He asked her to go back to Houston with him, enticing her with rides on the beach - and love all night.
His hand dropped to her shoulder and he squeezed it.
Sometimes he even did it when there was a room full of people between them.
Carmen refrained from looking at Alex or displaying the shock she felt at the introduction of two more siblings he had never mentioned - an entire family.
He probably didn't realize that his hostility toward Señor Medena was being transferred to Jonathan as anxiety.
As he started toward the doorway to their room, she called after him.
He'll be stuck to that TV for hours.
Jonathan leaned forward so that he had a full view of Señor Medena.
He put a spoon in her hand.
How much had he told Señor Medena - or how little?
Without comment, he shifted his attention back to his plate.
He glanced at her and then at Dulce.
He rested a hand on her shoulder and sighed, gazing down at her tenderly.
He shoved her back on the bed playfully.
He crawled onto the bed and lay down beside her, his expression becoming sober.
He paused at the door to wait for her.
Once again he lowered his head, but this time his lips lingered on hers, searching for a response.
He released her and stepped back.
It was almost as if he were shutting Felipa off before she could reveal something.
The last time he made a business trip to Columbia, he had said they needed the money.
It was probably the first money, other than the air fares, Señor Medena had been able to spend on Alex - and even then he had to do it through Felipa.
If she was invited, it was as a guest of Alex, so he would tell her when and if he decided to go.
I just thought it was because he was so good looking.
I knew because he proved to me that I could trust him with my heart and soul - the way you trust your mother and father.
And he loves you this much?
It is not for me to say how he spends his money.
If he does not take the inheritance, we will not have a home.
How could he do such a thing to his own children?
Alex defies father now, but he will not win.
He will see that the estate does not leave the family.
Maybe Alex wanted to be in control because he had been dominated all his life.
Your father loves Alex, doesn't he?
Besides, after he inherited, he could always put someone in charge of the estate.
It wasn't as if he had to be there every living minute of his life.
If he hadn't hid it from her all this time, it wouldn't be such a shock.
It wasn't the first time she had gone to bed while he was out on a call, but it was the first time she had done so away from home.
He stumbled over something and exclaimed before she turned on the lamp beside her bed.
He shrugged into the pajama shirt.
Lifting the covers, he climbed into bed and moved close to her.
But he didn't answer.
At least he couldn't blame her for any lack of attention this time.
In the morning she showered and dressed before he woke.
Then he turned to do it all in reverse.
How could he do such a thing in front of Jonathan... and where was Jonathan?
He looked pleased with himself until he saw Carmen.
The smile faded from his lips and he motioned for Jonathan to join him.
He put an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.
He said they as if the horses belonged to the ranch hands.
Beautiful he was, but he also looked high spirited.
He wasn't going to buy it.
If he thought Alex was warming to him, he saw more than she did.
He pulled her into his arms.
He paused, looking uncomfortable.
The grin faded and he started to look frightened.
He groaned and captured her lips again.
His expression was reflective as he continued to regard her.
He had started the clinic shortly after they were married, so his dream was barely being realized.
He was realizing the impact the lie had on their relationship.
He was growing up and she needed to keep that in mind - and some things off his mind.
And then he stepped forward, looking elegant in a dark tuxedo.
He offered her an arm.
Taking her hand in his, he swept her gracefully into dance.
As he swung her around, he spoke into her ear.
It was something she had always liked about him, mostly because he was sincere about it.
And he's going to take you to his room after the dance.
He grinned, the dimple playing below one of his twinkling eyes.
It was a good thing he found it so amusing.
Yet he too was an excellent dancer - or maybe everyone's dancing skills were so much better than hers that it only appeared so to her.
By the expression on his face, he wasn't exactly enjoying the conversation.
He looked even more distinguished than usual in his Spanish garb.
With sure graceful movements, he danced her around the room.
Finally he bowed over her hand.
He looked to be about her age and his blond hair was neatly combed into a fashionable style.
For some reason it crossed her mind that he would be fun to know.
We all knew about his family, but the way he acted, it was as if he wanted to hide them from us.
He nodded, his pale eyes darkening enough to twinkle.
Don't tell me he's never mentioned me.
His hand gently pressed on her waist, drawing her closer as he leaned down.
He was so tall there was a vast difference in their height.
I worked with him for two years before I discovered who he really was.
If he knew who Alex really was, he probably knew more than Alex did.
Of course, she knew Alex well enough now to know he didn't like people to hand out information about him.
He's always been so alert and in control.
He didn't seem to be prompting her.
Alex said he... you look so...
I never thought of him as being anything else but a salesman until I saw him tonight, but he seems so... comfortable now.
More important - would he stay?
I guess the only thing he wanted more than that was a good woman and children.
He's living his dream.
The dance ended and he released her, bending over her hand.
He turned and walked away, his head nearly a foot above the others.
He is very busy with Tessa tonight, do you think?
Why did he hide the fact that his first love would be here tonight?
And why didn't he introduce her?
Surely he must know that spending so much time with her might prove uncomfortable later.
When he spotted her, that sweet chocolate gaze locked on her, visually embracing her from across the room.
Then he turned back to his father, who was watching him with interest.
If it were totally innocent, he would have volunteered more information.
He had loved a singer, but he had married the farmer's daughter.
Had he married her to escape his family?
He said I was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
I guess we could say he hasn't been around much.
We could say he has excellent taste.
He danced with you that often and didn't tell you his name?
Are you going to tell me who he is?
His name is Eduardo, and he is my cousin.
He just turned twenty-one and he thinks he is a man now.
But he wasn't her concern tonight.
Alex wouldn't lie, but if he was given enough time to think about it, he could certainly evade the issue.
After all, he knew Katie too, but they only wanted the people he knew before he met his wife - excluding his sister.
He said he used to work with you.
She stood silently watching him until he looked uncomfortable.
Maybe he'd think about it next time.
He took the glass from her hand and sipped it.
He tipped the glass up and drained it.
He grinned down at her.
He gagged and coughed.
He was amazingly good, his fingers plucking the strings with quick nimble strokes.
She turned around so he could unzip it - which he did without hesitation.
He pushed her against the wall, pulling at her dress again.
For a moment he looked confused, and then turned away.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at his feet... and then keeled over on the bed.
Carmen rushed to him, but found that he was either asleep or passed out.
If I didn't want to do what he said I'd tell him so - and he would listen to my reasons.
He wants us to do everything he says without question.
He was at least equally intrigued by hers.
His head snapped up and he eyed her suspiciously.
He stood and walked over to the window, staring out it absently.
He pulled her close and kissed her forehead.
All she was doing was reminding him how powerless he was.
He nodded, his gaze drifting off in contemplation.
Alex looked stern, and when Carmen met his gaze, he looked down at his plate.
A part of her might never forgive him for what he did... and that was a dark part of her personality that she didn't want him to see.
He had never mentioned what Christmas had been like at his home.
Well, let him think what he wanted.
At the moment he looked so much like Alex.
Then I have supper ready when he comes home.
He stopped thinking about the past and his gaze seemed to come to the present.
On the other hand, maybe he was simply surprised that Alondra would want such a tame life.
Then he shrugged and followed Jonathan out the door.
He glanced up and smiled when she came in, his gaze drifting from her to the door.
She immediately told him about the incident with Jonathan and Alfonso and he simply nodded.
He might never say anything to Jonathan about it, but Jonathan would know in other ways how he felt.
Finally he sighted heavily.
Finally he looked down at his lap and let out a long weary sigh.
He picked at a thread on the couch, his mind obviously lost in deep thought.
Finally he looked up at her.
He had final say.
He reached out and stroked her cheek.
I hope he likes us all.
He'd been in a grumpy mood since he got up.
He didn't eat much supper.
She helped Destiny into her chair and smiled thanks to Alex as he held hers.
Hopefully he would be in a better mood after they got back home.
Alex seemed to be more comfortable around Morino than he was around his father's family.
Did he arrange to have Alex out of the way, or was he simply taking advantage of the situation?
He watched anxiously as she dialed the number.
He says it's only a few miles away and we'll be right back.
The way he did it reminded her of Alex.
Maybe he wanted to look at the house too.
As he rode into the yard, his expression made it clear that he didn't come to see the house.
He scowled at his father and rode up beside Carmen.
Morino's uncomfortable gaze shifted from Señor Medena to Alex, and then to Carmen, but he said nothing.
He wanted my opinion.
No wonder he was so upset.
He laughed at that, and his laugh was merry and frank.
Then he got into the buggy again and took the reins, and the horse at once backed away from the tree, turned slowly around, and began to trot down the sandy road which was just visible in the dim light.
Suddenly he stopped at the foot of a tree.
The speech he gave in September 1962, announcing that goal, spent a good amount of time justifying the expense and explaining the urgency.
How can he remember well his ignorance--which his growth requires--who has so often to use his knowledge?
To the bison of the prairie it is a few inches of palatable grass, with water to drink; unless he seeks the Shelter of the forest or the mountain's shadow.
He hardened his heart against the senator who was introducing this set and narrow attitude into the deliberations of the nobility.
Not only was Pierre's attempt to speak unsuccessful, but he was rudely interrupted, pushed aside, and people turned away from him as from a common enemy.
Glinka, the editor of the Russian Messenger, who was recognized (cries of "author! author!" were heard in the crowd), said that "hell must be repulsed by hell," and that he had seen a child smiling at lightning flashes and thunderclaps, but "we will not be that child."
He was respectful of her concerns, but they didn't see eye-to-eye on any of it - except the fact that they both wanted another child.
He was simply one of their children.
All the same, he was the one who broke the embrace.
A live band started playing a waltz and he dropped a hand to her waist.
He laughed, swirling her around.
He was protective of you before he even met you.
He sobered, his face coloring.
She stared up at his face, but he ignored her.
Finally he shrugged again.
He probably thought that she married Alex to realize her dream.
He and Jonathan are my cheerleaders now.
At the car he opened the door for her.
He closed the door and walked around to the other side.
He nodded, his expression drifting to uncertain.
He nodded, turning to leave the room.
He paused at the foot of the stairs and gazed down at her.
Something about the way he was watching her felt uncomfortable.
His fingers closed around her arm and he firmly pulled her back.
She gripped his waist as he turned the horse around and headed back toward the hacienda.
When Morino rode far enough ahead so that he couldn't hear their conversation, Carmen finally spoke to Alex.
He was just showing me a house he said he was giving as a wedding gift.
You're the person he wanted to put in the house.
Why would he want me down here?
No wonder he was upset in the stair room.
Alex had raced to her rescue because he knew she was too naïve to realize what his father was doing.
No wonder he had run away from this one.
As with Josh, he had simply assumed a relationship.
Worse, he had again assumed she was a willing participant.
In fact, at the party he had spent an unnecessary amount of time with the woman he almost married – and hadn't even introduced her.
He'd be following shortly, trying to make it look like he was the injured party.
He had been spending too much time with the television lately.
I loved him and he left me.
Alex knew very well what he wanted.
If he had passed Dulce over, it was because she wasn't what he wanted.
He turned to her.
For a moment he frowned down at her.
She took out some of his and hers so he wouldn't think she was packing to leave him.
Finally he turned to her, his voice controlled.
But then, he had made it clear from the start that he didn't want any of them in his life.
He had tried his best to push them out of it.
He hadn't lied about any of it.
He had simply avoided it.
That wasn't going to be the answer, and he must know that by now.
In fact, he must be struggling to float on the ocean of problems this family represented.
He needed her support, not her criticism.
He had a lot of friends in Texas.
He lay down on his back and pulled the covers up.
Even in sleep he was irresistible.
He was a good husband and father.
Wasn't he allowed to be human?
He slapped her backside playfully as she walked out the door ahead of him.
He scooped her up.
Carmen glanced up at Alex and he shrugged.
Carmen stiffened and looked up at Alex, but he found something interesting outside to look at.
How did Dulce react when he nearly married Tessa?
Maybe he was wondering when the other shoe would fall.
He had the background and the education, but he obviously didn't have the inclination to adjust to the one being forced on him.
When he pulled the covers over her, she stretched out and fell asleep again.
She fell asleep again when he left the room.
She rolled toward him as he lay down and sighed contentedly as she snuggled against him.
If his tone was any indication, he wanted more.
He kissed her forehead.
He slid an arm under her and gently took her hand in his, planting a warm moist kiss in the center of the palm.
The aroma of cologne surrounded him and his breath smelled like he had recently brushed his teeth.
He kissed her neck.
How did he always manage to do that?
He reached out and grasped her arm as she walked by.
He flinched visibly as if she had slapped him, his fingers tightening on her arm.
She left him there to think about his actions - only he would probably stew on hers instead.
Sure, he'd had some rough times, but she had never done anything to make him think she would be unfaithful.
He was making noises like his father was the one he didn't trust, but it wasn't that simple.
If he trusted her, he wouldn't have been snapping at her as if she had done something wrong.
He hadn't said anything to his father.
Dropping her arms, she stepped back and wiped her mouth, staring up at him as though he had initiated the incident.
I have his name, but he is not my father.
Still, if Señor Medena adopted Dulce when she was a baby and raised her, then he was her father - blood relative or not.
I know him when he was boy and I love him then.
He must come to me.
He has you and now he forgets me.
As Dulce had pointed out, he was trying to get away from the family.
How long did he think he could hide them - or avoid them, for that matter?
If Katie hadn't disclosed that incident to her before she met Alex, would he have revealed that facet of his past?
He would not have to pay stranger to have his baby.
This is the life he was born for.
He's been clear enough about that, and yet it's being pushed on him.
He does not know what he want.
One day he will know.
In other words, when he shook himself free of his current family, he would come to Dulce.
Was that what Dulce was arguing with him about - that he didn't know what he wanted?
For a moment he merely stared at her, his expression unreadable.
Then he turned away and rubbed the back of his neck in that way he did when he knew he was wrong but wasn't sure why.
Aside from his solemn expression, there was nothing in the way he acted with the children that might indicate anything was wrong between them.
And yet, if Señor Medena hadn't been so pushy, would he have accepted the inheritance?
If Dulce hadn't chased him so hard, would he have fallen in love with her?
Her attitude wasn't as Alex had said, 'sour grapes', and he knew it.
He rolled to face her, his other hand seeking her waist and drawing her close.
If he thought everything was normal, then it probably was.
Finally he spoke, his voice controlled.