You laugh, but you haven’t seen me in a tux. Or maybe you don’t like broad-shouldered guys with muscular chest and washboard abs?
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou laugh, but you haven’t seen me in a tux. Or maybe you don’t like broad-shouldered guys with muscular chest and washboard abs?
BECCA FITZPATRICKHumans are vulnerable, because theyre capable of being hurt.
BECCA FITZPATRICKBefore i could stop myself, i punched his arm. Careful, he said in a low voice. They might think were flirting.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWho wants to kill you? The guy asked. He was still looking over his shoulder, but his expression was puzzled. Theres nobody there, the girlfriend told me. Youre making them think they cant see you, arent you? I said to patch, awed by his power even as i despised his use of it.
BECCA FITZPATRICKReady to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, id say im ready for that.” nora :d (p.375)
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhat little light was left inside me flickered out.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou can call me patch. No really. Call me.
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 FITZPATRICKDid you hear something, nora? Vee asked. I thought i heard something. You definitely heard something, i agreed. Could that be a dog fart i heard? Vee asked me.
BECCA FITZPATRICKPatch was in my life for a reason. I needed him. We were two halves of the same whole.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIt was bad enough when i thought your ghost was haunting me; i don’t think i could handle the real thing.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWell, well, he said. Five days a week isnt enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too?
BECCA FITZPATRICKI felt his eyes devour me as i moved around the room. He assessed me head to toe without blinking, and a hot ache shivered through me. A kiss would’ve been less intimate.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI couldn’t picture myself with a boyfriend, but if i had to, i envisioned a nice normal guy who turned in his math homework on time and maybe even played rec baseball.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWe don’t have an address,” i said, “but we do know where he works.” “are you thinking what i’m thinking?” vee asked, eyes brightening briefly through the haze of chemical sedation. “based on past experience, i hope not.
BECCA FITZPATRICKShouldnt you be working instead of fraternizing with customers? I choked. He smiled. What are you doing sunday night? I snorted. By accident. Are you asking me out? Youre getting cocky. I like that, angel. I dont care what you like. Im not going out with you. Not on a date. Not alone.
BECCA FITZPATRICK