Iโm not going to kill you, Nora. I donโt kill people who are important to me. And you top the list.
Becca FitzpatrickDonโt start. I saw Marcie climb inside your Jeep.โ โShe needed a ride.โ I adopted a hands-on-hips pose. โWhat kind of ride?โ โNot that kind of ride,โ he said slowly.
Becca FitzpatrickYou sound worked up. Really worked up. No, that's not it. You sound agitated...flustered...aroused." I could feel her eyes widen. "He kissed you, didn't he?" No answer. "He did! I knew it! I've seen the way he looks at you. I knew this was coming. I saw it from a mile away." I didn't want to think about it. "What was it like?" Vee pressed. "A peach kiss? A plum kiss? Or an al-fal-fa kiss?" "What?" "Was it a peck, did mouths part, or was there tongue? Never mind. You don't have to answer that. Patch isn't the kind of guy to deal with preliminaries. There was tongue involved. Guaranteed.
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