You should shower," I said. "Right now." "I smell that bad?" (Patch) Actually, he smelled that good.

I took three steps back; he nudged the door closed with his foot. “You like Mexican?” he asked. “I—” I’d like to know what you’re doing inside my house! “Tacos?” “Tacos?” I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “I know what a taco is!

Killer skirt, deadly legs.

His were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.

My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. “Now that’s what I call a scream,” he said, grinning at me.

Because I thought I was in love. And when you think you're in love, you are willing to stick it out and make it work until it is love.

Well yoy did it,"I congratulated Patch. "I´m as trained as I´ll 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)