April slammed her book closed.
“No,” she said with finality, putting it down on the table. “The answer is a definite no.”
A long sigh came from the bed. “Come on, April,” Christopher cajoled, leaning forward, propping his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands loosely in front of him. “Won’t you do this for me?”
“I said no.”
Christopher groaned inwardly. They had been at this for almost two hours. It started when they were having breakfast and it continued up into her room where he followed her. She had then tried to pretend to be reading to get him off her back.
She wouldn’t budge.
He noted this with a tiny grin.
But then again, he already knew this. Nothing was ever easy with April Locke.
"It's my birthday," he reminded her.
She gave him a look of deep irritation. "I
