““He loved her. Had loved her the minute he set eyes on her. Had he been waiting for her to give him a sign, a clue, that she felt the same way. She’d told him that she loved his eyes, his smile, that she felt safe with him. Wasn’t the man supposed to make the first move? But they were of different faiths. How could he expect her to know or understand what he was thinking if he didn’t tell her? The playing field had to be level; only then did the game start.””
