If I lose you, I lose everything

I needed him like I'd never needed anyone.

I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night's rain. Or Angel Magic

I can't imagine why you're so interested." He shook his head. "Interested? We're talking about you. I'm fascinated.

It was bad enough when I thought your ghost was haunting me; I don't think I could handle the real thing.

I take that back. If Hank wants to shoot Scott, he has my blessing.

He gave Marcie a spare to the Jeep—I should park this thing in the ocean, twenty feet under.