His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but I'd made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.
Becca FitzpatrickAre you crazy?" I said. "Crazy about you." "Patch!" "Don't worry, we've got time." "How do you know?" He staggered back a step, with his hand over his heart. "Your lack of faith hurts.
Becca FitzpatrickDon’t start. I saw Marcie climb inside your Jeep.” “She needed a ride.” I adopted a hands-on-hips pose. “What kind of ride?” “Not that kind of ride,” he said slowly.
Becca FitzpatrickListen, Patch, I don’t want to be rude, but—” “Sure you do.” “Well, you started it!” Lovely. Very mature.
Becca Fitzpatrick