Your mom isnt going to let me step foot inside this place. Ive seen the gun she keeps on the top shelf of the pantry.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYour mom isnt going to let me step foot inside this place. Ive seen the gun she keeps on the top shelf of the pantry.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWouldn’t have pegged you for a dancer,” he spoke to my mind “funny, i would have pegged you for a stalker,” i shot back.
BECCA FITZPATRICKPatch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard. I regained my breath. “boys take not everywhere: that was a kiss.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThe only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI was just about to ask you the same thing. I know you followed me. Don’t look so suprised. It’s called a rearview mirror. Are you stalking me for a specific reason?
BECCA FITZPATRICKAre we going to have to teach you to fight, angel?
BECCA FITZPATRICKAre you crazy?” i said. “crazy about you.” “patch!” “don’t worry, we’ve got time.” “how do you know?” he staggered back a step, with his hand over his heart. “your lack of faith hurts.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI’m not leaving until you tell me why you followed me. I know i’m a fascinating guy, but this is starting to feel like an unhealthy obsession.
BECCA FITZPATRICKPatch? Whatever happens, i love you.” i wanted to say more, those three words painfully inadequate for the way i felt about him. And at the same time, so simple and accurate, nothing else would do.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night’s rain. Or angel magic
BECCA FITZPATRICKHis were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.
BECCA FITZPATRICKChase him down and stall for time. I need two more minutes. Chase him down? How? The neon has a flat. With your own two feet! You mean exercise?
BECCA FITZPATRICKI have a free couple of hours,” i told him, walking toward my car, which was parked on the next block. “there’s a very private, very secluded barn in lookout hill park behind the carousel. I could be there in fifteen minutes.” i heard the smile in his voice. “you want me bad.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou don’t happen to have a thousand dollars i can borrow?” “i don’t have five you can borrow. My piggy bank is officialy anorexic.
BECCA FITZPATRICKGirl, i’m going to show you the bear in hug.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI got a new job. Patch locked eyes with me, and i warmed in a lot of places. In fact, i was dangerously close to feverish.
BECCA FITZPATRICK