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“I got a new job.” Patch locked eyes with me, and I warmed in a lot of places. In fact, I was dangerously close to feverish.”

 

Becca Fitzpatrick

“Rollover minutes don’t work with curfews.”

 

Becca Fitzpatrick

“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 Fitzpatrick

“Right now, holding you, I feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together.”

Becca Fitzpatrick

“I take that back. If Hank wants to shoot Scott, he has my blessing.”

Becca Fitzpatrick

“Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you even if that’s all it is. Let me keep you safe.”

Becca Fitzpatrick

“If I were thinking straight, I’d take you home right now.”

Becca Fitzpatrick

“For the first time all day I felt safe. Except that Patch had cornered me in a dark tunnel and was possibly stalking me. Maybe not so safe.”

Becca Fitzpatrick

“Humans are vulnerable, because they’re capable of being hurt.”

Becca Fitzpatrick

“Dante said, “I tried talking Nora into a ride, but she keeps blowing me off.” “That’s because she has a hard-A boyfriend. He must have been homeschooled, because he missed all those valuable lessons we learned in kindergarten, like sharing. He finds out you took Nora for a ride, he’ll wrap this shiny new Porsche around the nearest tree.”

Becca Fitzpatrick

“What was up with class today? It was watered-down porn. He practically had you and Patch on top of your lab table, horizontal, minus your clothes, doing the Big Deed.”

Becca Fitzpatrick

“I gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel. More than I think you’ll ever know.”

Becca Fitzpatrick

“I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night’s rain. Or Angel Magic”

Becca Fitzpatrick

“His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.”

Becca Fitzpatrick

“Let’s be honest, Nora. You’ve got it bad for me.” His eyes held a lot of depth. “And I’ve got it bad for you.”

Becca Fitzpatrick

“Your enemy’s enemy is your friend”

Becca Fitzpatrick

“Your name?” I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. “Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me”

Becca Fitzpatrick

“I forced a smile. It was the one I’d been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.”

Becca Fitzpatrick

“I couldn’t look at you and breath at the same time.”

Becca Fitzpatrick