Who wants to kill you?โ the guy asked. He was still looking over his shoulder, but his expression was puzzled. โThereโs nobody there,โ the girlfriend told me. โYouโre making them think they canโt see you, arenโt you?โ I said to Patch, awed by his power even as I despised his use of it.
Becca FitzpatrickChase him down and stall for time. I need two more minutes. โ โChase him down? How? The Neon has a flat.โ โWith your own two feet!โ โYou mean exercise?
Becca FitzpatrickI have a free couple of hours," I told him, walking toward my car, which was parked on the next block. "There's a very private, very secluded barn in Lookout Hill Park behind the carousel. I could be there in fifteen minutes." I heard the smile in his voice. "You want me bad.
Becca FitzpatrickBiggest dream?โ I was proud of this one because I knew it would stump him. It required forethought. โKiss you.โ โThatโs not funny,โ I said, holding his eyes, grateful I didnโt stutter. โNo, but it made you blush.
Becca FitzpatrickIf I asked you to do something for me, I don't suppose you'd listen?" When he had my attention, he continued, "I'm going to take you home. Try to forget tonight happened. Try to act normal, especially around Hank. Don't mention my name." By way of an answer, I shot him a black look and swung out of the Tahoe. He followed suit, coming around to my side. "What kind of answer is that?" He asked, but his voice wasn't nearly so gruff.
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