Chapter 11

• Faye stood still, her eyes locked on Phillip as he slowly walked toward her. The air around them felt thick, charged with an energy that made her heart beat faster. But there was no fear in her. Not for him. Not for this moment. Faye was far from afraid; in fact, she felt strangely calm.
• Phillip was tall, his steps confident and deliberate, as if he knew exactly how to make her notice him. He was handsome, no doubt, with a rugged charm that would have made most women swoon. But Faye wasn’t like most women. She had seen the world through a different lens, and she wasn’t easily swayed by looks or smooth talk.
• “Don’t get me wrong,” she said, her voice steady but laced with a touch of humor, “You’re not my type.”