In the end, the only thing between us was silence.

Nora: This is crazy. Patch: I'm crazy. About you.

The Archangel." I murmured. looking back over my shoulder at the ride, which had started its next ascent. "It means high-ranking angel." There was a definite smugness to his voice. "The higher up, the harder the fall.

You didn’t tell me she was so soft on the eyes,” he said to Patch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spoke with a heavy Irish accent. “I didn’t tell her how hard you are on them either,” Patch returned, his mouth at the relaxed stage just before a grin.

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

I need an endorphin boost.” “And making out in an abandoned barn with me will give you one?” “No, it will probably put me in an endorphin coma, and I’m more than happy to test the theory.

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