Your mom isnโt going to let me step foot inside this place. Iโve seen the gun she keeps on the top shelf of the pantry.
Becca FitzpatrickThis was it. Together. Forever. As we left it all behind, the sun warmed my back, lighting the way before us. I knew of no better omen.
Becca FitzpatrickYou didnโt tell me she was so soft on the eyes,โ he said to Patch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spoke with a heavy Irish accent. โI didnโt tell her how hard you are on them either,โ Patch returned, his mouth at the relaxed stage just before a grin.
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