“Her eyes met his, but she looked quickly away; entangling gazes with Will was confusing at best, dizzying at worst.”

“She opened her eyes and met his. The impact was so strong he was amazed that his fingers continued playing without pause.”

“Silver eyes met hers and locked. “I didn’t like Dani.”
“At least you’re consistent,” she said coolly.
His silver eyes were ice. “I loved her.”

“But so fair,
She takes the breath of men away
Who gaze upon her unaware.”

“I'm sorry," she said humbly. "I haven't wanted to lie to you."
"I should hope so. You're the worst liar I've ever met." He thought about it for a moment, then added, "--or the best. Now I'm all confused.”

“Frank Sinatra stopped his car. The light was red. Pedestrians passed quickly across his windshield but, as usual, one did not. It was a girl in her twenties. She remained at the curb staring at him. Through the corner of his left eye he could see her, and he knew, because it happens almost every day, that she was thinking, It looks like him, but is it? Just before the light turned green, Sinatra turned toward her, looked directly into her eyes waiting for the reaction he knew would come. It came and he smiled. She smiled and he was gone.”

“His gaze held hers, and his voice was tender and rough. “Love me, Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth felt a tremor run through her entire body, but she looked at him without flinching. “I do.”

“Please stop looking at me, she thought, afraid of his eyes and terrified of her own heart.”

“He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently.”

“His steady gaze held hers. His blue eyes were very dark, uniquely so. She had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue. Will's were the color of the sky just on the edge of night.”