The man in the silver-gray suit stood tall and striking, his perfect features and deep eyes drawing gasps of admiration from passersby.
Phoebe snapped back to reality, lowered her gaze, and turned to walk away, pretending she hadn't noticed him.
She quickened her steps, eager to leave.
"Phoebe," a deep voice called from behind her.
Hearing his voice, her hurried steps stopped involuntarily. She wanted to keep walking, but her legs felt as heavy as lead. She could hear each step he took as he approached her.
"Why do you try to run every time you see me?" he asked with a hint of mischief. "Is it because you don't want to see me?"
She felt awkward. Her obvious reaction must have shown him how much she wished to avoid him.
"What a coincidence, running into you here," she said with a f
