Why did everyone think i needed a new boyfriend? I didn’t need a new boyfriend. I’d had enough of boyfriends to last a lifetime. The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhy did everyone think i needed a new boyfriend? I didn’t need a new boyfriend. I’d had enough of boyfriends to last a lifetime. The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.
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 FITZPATRICKShe likes you, she just doesn’t understand you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKShe already has a car. A ford. Thats like toyotas worst enemy.
BECCA FITZPATRICKA feeling of violation swayed inside me, making me feel as if id been shoved off a high platform without warning. I was falling, and i feared the sensation far more than hitting bottom. There was no end; just a constantsense of gravity having its way with me.
BECCA FITZPATRICKThat was a good fight back in the gym, he said. But i think you could benefit from a few more boxing lessons.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhat good is a body if i can’t have you?
BECCA FITZPATRICKBefore i could stop myself, i punched his arm. Careful, he said in a low voice. They might think were flirting.
BECCA FITZPATRICKGirl, i’m going to show you the bear in hug.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhy is anthony amowitz using his pimp smile on you? Youre only calling him a pimp because hes here. At marcies. Yeah, so? Hes being nice. I elbowed her. Smile back. Being nice? Hes being horny.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIf we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing’s sexier than a guy who writes music.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHis smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but i’d made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIm not going anywhere near a motel with you.
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 FITZPATRICKYou can call me patch. No really. Call me.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI trailed off.Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his mouth. My thoughts dissolved and just like that, a new thought broke the surface of my mind. I wanted to kiss him. Right now.
BECCA FITZPATRICK