Father' is such an arbitary word. Douche bag, on the other hand.

I take my job seriously, which means I'm going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.

We don't have an address," I said, "but we do know where he works." "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Vee asked, eyes brightening briefly through the haze of chemical sedation. "Based on past experience, I hope not.

This is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone. "I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you.

Strangely enough, it wasn’t Gabe who was haunting my thoughts, though. That job belonged to a pair of sinfully black eyes that had lost their edge when they studied me, turning as soft and sultry as silk.

I didn’t break his jaw, but if he lays a hand on you, it will be the first of many things to break,” Patch said.

actions speak louder than words