This is crazy,” i told patch in an undertone. “i’m crazy.” he was on the brink of smiling again. “about you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKDoes patch have a restraining order against him?’ he read. ‘is patch a felon?’ ‘give-me-that!’ i hissed furiously. Patch gave a soft laugh, and i knew he’d seen the next question. ‘does patch have a girlfriend?
More Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes
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Nora: this is crazy. Patch: i’m crazy. About you.
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You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?
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I need to get back to work, patch said. He gave me a once-over that lingered a bit below the hips. Killer skirt. Deadly legs.
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I learned that i was either crazy in love with you, or putting on the best performance of my life.’ -nora (pg 263)
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If you keep running from me, you’re never going to figure out what’s really going on.
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Nora: what are you planning? Patch: i wouldn’t call this planning. I’d call this throwing a hail mary with seconds left on the clock.
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She already has a car. A ford. Thats like toyotas worst enemy.
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That woman.” vee hissed, “i’m making the sign of the cross right now.
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Touch her, he said in scotts ear, his voice low and threatening, and itll be the biggest regret of your life.
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Well, well, he said. Five days a week isnt enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too?
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If you need one more reason, i love you.
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Don’t make me regret this” i said, breathless. ” you haven’t regretted me once”. He kissed me, and i answered so hungrily i thought my lips would bruise. Patch&nora ( p. 180)
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I’m touched, rixon. A bomb. How elaborate. Why didn’t you keep things simple and just march inside my bedroom one night and put a bullet between my eyes?” nora, crescendo
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I wasnt expecting to come home to you, but now that youre here, i have no intention of letting you leave.” patch :d (p. 295)
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All this time i’ve hated myself for it. I thought i’d given it up for nothing. But if i hadn’t fallen, i wouldn’t have met you.
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