You picked the seats you did for a reason, right? Familiarity. Too bad the best sleuths avoid familiarity. It dulls the investigative instinct.
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 FITZPATRICKShe cleans a toilet inside and out under a minute. More like terrifying
BECCA FITZPATRICKDid they look like anyone we know? For example a cross between pippi longstocking and the wicked witch of the west would obviously give us marcie millar
BECCA FITZPATRICKHe nuzzles my neck affectionately. “i love you. I’m happier right now than i ever remember being.
BECCA FITZPATRICKTacos.” “tacos?” i echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “i know what a taco is!
BECCA FITZPATRICKWe touched base at several strategic locations down our bodies, and it took all my willpower to break away.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.
BECCA FITZPATRICKI’m telling you this because i want you to know that i know something about you isn’t right. You haven’t fooled everybody. I’m going to find out what you’re up to. I’m going to expose you.” “looking forward to it.
BECCA FITZPATRICK…Five minutes from now, when everything else had dropped away and i realized the full impact of what id done, id feel my heart breaking.
BECCA FITZPATRICKA war was coming either way. Now all i had to do was choose my opponent
BECCA FITZPATRICKYoure crowding me. I need room…. What i needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again i was proving i couldnt be trusted in patchs presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet i wasnt.
BECCA FITZPATRICKPatch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard. I regained my breath. “boys take not everywhere: that was a kiss.
BECCA FITZPATRICKKiss me in a way i’ll never forget. Kiss me in a way that will stay with me until see you again
BECCA FITZPATRICKShe likes you, she just doesn’t understand you.
BECCA FITZPATRICKMy arms hurt from how tightly patch held me. Now thats what i call a scream, he said, grinning at me.
BECCA FITZPATRICKYou keep life on a short leash. Whats that supposed to mean? Youre scared of what you cant control.
BECCA FITZPATRICK