“Such cool courtesy, Alicia!' Jean-Marc drawled with soft mockery. "Where is the Snow Queen now?' 'Marshalling her forces!' she snapped. 'Have I scattered them, cherie?' he murmured. 'No, you have not!' she said angrily. 'I just didn't expect to have to fight when I arrived here! This is a romantic weekend for me!' "Not any more,' he drawled. "From the minute I kissed you this afternoon, it became war. Our war, Alicia. Our private war..." -JeanMark & Alicia” RomanceSoulmatesHarlequinBattle Of The SexesWar Of Hearts Book:Last of the Great French Lovers Source: Last of the Great French Lovers