"Why me?" I asked, concentrating on his words. "Why not you?" He furrowed his eyebrows and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "I'm not the type of girly that boys want. Let alone you." "You're not," He said. "Cause you're the type of girl that boys need. And I don't want you're love, I need it."
The crash of a Dallas-bound jet wasn't just a tragedy to TV reporter Avery Daniels; it was an act of fate that handed her a golden opportunity to further her career. Mistaken for a glamorous, selfish woman named Carole Rutledge, the badly injured Avery would find that plastic surgery had given her Carole's face, the f...