Every time you strip my sword, i owe you a kiss. How’s that sound?” i bit my lip to keep from giggling. “that sounds really dirty.” patch waggled his brows. “look whose mind just rolled into the gutter.
BECCA FITZPATRICKEvery time you strip my sword, i owe you a kiss. How’s that sound?” i bit my lip to keep from giggling. “that sounds really dirty.” patch waggled his brows. “look whose mind just rolled into the gutter.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou’re mine, angel. And i’m yours. Nothing can change that.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI wasnt expecting to come home to you, but now that youre here, i have no intention of letting you leave.” patch :d (p. 295)
BECCA FITZPATRICKViolence doesn’t equal strength.
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 didnt tell me she was so soft on the eyes, he said to patch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spoke with a heavy irish accent. I didnt tell her how hard you are on them either, patch returned, his mouth at the relaxed stage just before a grin.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHe felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou’re mine, angel, and don’t you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something bad had happened today? It was bad enough when i thought your ghost was haunting me; i don’t think i can handle the real thing.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI learned that i was either crazy in love with you, or putting on the best performance of my life.’ -nora (pg 263)
BECCA FITZPATRICKI undress to impress – patch
BECCA FITZPATRICK…”good, because i need your help.” “help is my middle name.” i was pretty sure she’d already told me bad was her middle name, but i kept my opinion to myself.
BECCA FITZPATRICKShe shrieked. “nora! What happened to the banister!” good thing she hadn’t seen her bedroom yet.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou picked the seats you did for a reason, right? Familiarity. Too bad the best sleuths avoid familiarity. It dulls the investigative instinct.
BECCA FITZPATRICKAre you defending marcie? He shook his head. I dont need to. She handled herself. You, on the other hand i pointed at the door. Out.
BECCA FITZPATRICKReady to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, id say im ready for that.” nora :d (p.375)
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 FITZPATRICK