Gosh, it was nice talking to you, but Iโve got a lot of things Iโd rather be doing. Like sticking my hand in the garbage disposal.
Becca FitzpatrickAny happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.
Becca FitzpatrickThe guy I've got my eye on happens to be hot. Off-the-charts hot. Hotter-than-Patch hot.' She paused. 'Well maybe not that hot. Nobody's that hot.
Becca FitzpatrickIs everything a joke to you?โ I asked. He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. โNot everything.โ โLike what?โ โYou.
Becca FitzpatrickHe grinned. โBusted. Iโm a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless โ and shockingly handsome โ alter ego.โ โAnd Iโm on top of it,โ she announced with witty triumph. โIs that a Freudian slip?โ His bluntness caught her off guard. A self-conscious blush rose in her face.
Becca Fitzpatrick