Don’t panic, I thought. But already my breathing was faster, shallower. “You mean you can feel happy or sad or—” “Desire.” A barely-there smile.

She likes you, she just doesn't understand you.

There was nothing wrong with fire … as long as you didn’t stand too close. Something to keep in mind.

Wow. Nice bike,” I said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.

I'm a private contractor now. I choose my clients, not the other way around.

I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer. Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands flexing over my back. He gave a low groan. "I love you," he murmured into my hair. "I'm happier right now than I ever remember being.

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