SHE KEPT PLAYING with the steering wheel as she drove home, twisting her hands back and forth over the gray ridges. A giddiness that reminded her of her first days with Selby replaced the nervousness that filled her stomach since lunch. He had invited her to go on a walk on the beach at night looking for sea turtles laying eggs. She remembered being so nervous the whole day that her father made her wash all three cars just to give her something to do.
Selby knocked on her door at seven fifty-five that night and insisted on meeting her father before they left for their date. He not only met her dad and shook his hand but sat down and carried on a twenty-five-minute conversation. Faith wanted out of there, and Selby showed no sign of being in a hurry to go.
When they finally made it to the
