Chapter 8
Alexander’s book tour came to its inevitable end. Lionel had rung him in London to congratulate him and to inform him that while the official tour was over, there could be random spots on television and radio that may crop up. Alexander, glad to have the bulk of the promotional tour behind him, begrudgingly acknowledged the fact and hung up.
As he did so, he looked down at the piece of paper with an address written on it. He snatched it up and fell back onto the mattress. Room service had been and the tray sat untouched by the door, its contents no doubt cold since it had been delivered a full hour earlier.
He closed his eyes. Christian. Could it be they were finally going to be reunited after all these years? He could hardly believe they were in the same city. And the small t
