I don't have the body for this," I quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. "No curves." Jev's eyes held mine. "Are you asking my opinion?
Becca FitzpatrickYou keep life on a short leash.โ โWhatโs that supposed to mean?โ โYouโre scared of what you canโt control.
Becca Fitzpatrick..."Good, because I need your help." "Help is my middle name." I was pretty sure she'd already told me bad was her middle name, but I kept my opinion to myself.
Becca FitzpatrickYou should shower," I said. "Right now." "I smell that bad?" (Patch) Actually, he smelled that good.
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