Lois had tried to make herself believe that her romance with Val Daventry was only a holiday affair-but she knew in her heart that it was much more than that; that she wold never love any other man.
But unfortunately Val didn't seem to feel the same way...
Thoroughly disliked this. Val jumps to conclusions about a situation that looks compromising and refuses to let Lois explain. He supposedly loves her and of course when you love someone it is natural to think the worst of them and refuse to listen to their explanations and then to go on and berate them and call them nasty names. In the end he believes her only after a third party tells him what actually happened. He does not grovel or even say I'm sorry. He only says "can you ever forgive me". and then they live happily ever after.
I am going through rating the box of favorite genre romance novels I saved from years ago. I bought this one used in junior high and I'm sure it was one of the first I read. It was originally published in 1974.
I loved the exotic locales of Italy and England. The handsome hero does not like being played the fool by his arrogant girlfriend and sees the innocent charms of our young heroine instead. Ah, but the intrigue! Is he an English lord travelling in disguise, or the down-to-earth Canadian he claims to be? This is a sweet romance with a plot more original than many.