Chapter 13

• His face was close enough to hers that she could feel his breath on her cheek. Her head was trying to remind her that men were evil, but the rest of her muted her thoughts so they wouldn’t interfere. “You don’t have to; I just thought you might want to wear something different.”
• “Mmm, and you were right.”
• His voice was a soft, deep whisper that did strange things to her. With each stroke of his thumb over her cheek, goose bumps went up and down her spine. Words, she should say something but not only was her mind muted it seemed her thought process was fading as well.