Deep, dark unearthly black. I hadn't told anyone yet, but the color kept streaking across my mind at the oddest moments. When it did, my skin shivered pleasantly, and it was as if I could feel the color tracing a finger tenderly along my jaw, tipping my chin up to face it directly. I knew it was absurd to think a color would come to life, but once or twice, I was sure I'd caught a flash of something more substantial behind the color. A pair of eyes. The way they studied me cut to the heart.
Becca FitzpatrickThere was no sign of Jules. โBad news,โ said Elliot. โThe man is sick. Youโre going to have to settle for me.โ โSick?โ Vee demanded. โHow sick? What kind of excuse is sick?โ โSick as in itโs coming out both ends.โ Vee scrunched her nose. โToo much information.
Becca FitzpatrickYour mom isnโt going to let me step foot inside this place. Iโve seen the gun she keeps on the top shelf of the pantry.
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.
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