What i really wanted was the impossible.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWhat i really wanted was the impossible.
BECCA FITZPATRICKPatch: lets get out of here. Nora: where are we going? Patch: youll see.
BECCA FITZPATRICKAny happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing i could never have him.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou’re crazy. You’re impossible.’ ‘i’m crazy?’ he tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. ‘and i must be crazy for putting up with it.
BECCA FITZPATRICKWell, well, he said. Five days a week isnt enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too?
BECCA FITZPATRICKI don’t go out with strangers,” i said. “good thing i do. I’ll pick you up at five.
BECCA FITZPATRICKNice costume,” he said. “ditto. I can tell you put alot of though into yours.” amusement curled his mouth. “if you don’t like it, i can take it off.” i tapped my chin thoughtfully. “that just might be the best proposal i’ve had all night.” “my offers are always the best, angel.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI couldn’t look at you and breath at the same time.
BECCA FITZPATRICKIf i were thinking straight, i’d take you home right now.
BECCA FITZPATRICKAnd you would have lost. We were surrounded. He threatened your life, and he would have made good on that threat. He had you, and that meant he had me, too.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI was tired of admiring your legs from a distance.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI called vee. “how are you doing?” i asked. “good. How are you?” “good.” silence. “okay,” vee said in a rush, “i am still totally freaked out. You?” “totally.
BECCA FITZPATRICKPac-man? Or is it donkey kong? In truth, it looked a little more violent and military. A slow grin spread over his face. Baseball. Think maybe you could stand behind me and give me a few pointers?
BECCA FITZPATRICKSomething doesn’t look right,” vee said. “is the tire supposed to look like that?” i banged my head against the nearest tree trunk. “so we’ve got a flat,” vee said. “what now?
BECCA FITZPATRICKIt isn’t about love,” vee said. “it’s about fun.
BECCA FITZPATRICKHang on, did you just call me angel? I asked. If i did? I dont like it. He grinned. It stays. Angel. He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.
BECCA FITZPATRICK