Youโre not going to drive me home?โ I asked. A waste of breath, since I knew her answer. โThereโs fog.โ โPatchy fog.โ Vee grinned. โOh, boy. He is so on your mind. Not that I blame you. Personally, Iโm hoping I dream about him tonight.
Becca FitzpatrickI 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 FitzpatrickI study her,โ Patch said. โI figure out what sheโs thinking and feeling. Sheโs not going to come right out and tell me, which is why I have to pay attention. Does she turn her body toward mine? Does she hold my eyes, then look away? Does she bite her lip and play with her hair, the way Nora is doing right now?โ Laughter rose in the room. I dropped my hands to my lap. โSheโs game,โ said Patch, bumping my leg again. Of all things, I blushed.
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.
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