I tilted my chin up a fraction. "You can't f-force me to stay here." I'd only agreed to come this far because I didn't want to stand out in the downpour, for one, and I had high hopes of finding a phone, for two. "That sounded more like a question than a statement," said Patch. "Then ans-s-swer it." His rogue smile crept out. "It's hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that." I glanced down at Patch's black shirt, wet and clinging to my body. I brushed past him and shut the bathroom door between us.
Becca FitzpatrickGosh, it was nice talking to you, but Iโve got a lot of things Iโd rather be doing. Like sticking my hand in the garbage disposal.
Becca FitzpatrickWell yoy did it,"I congratulated Patch. "Iยดm as trained as Iยดll ever be-a lean, mean sword-fighting machine. I should have made you my personal trainer from day one." A rogue smile surfaced, slow and wicked. " No match for Patch." Patch&Nora (p.379)
Becca FitzpatrickHello,Pepper. Itยดs been a while," I said. "The last time we met up, you tried to kidnap me, isnยดt that right?" Nora (p.303)
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