Here it comes," she said with an expression of pure bliss. "Drug rush ... any moment now ... the surge of warmth ... bye-bye, Mr. Pain..." "Vee-" "Knock, knock." "This is really important-" "Knock, knock." "It's about Elliot-" "Knock, knoooock," she said in a singsong voice. I sighed. "Who's there?" "Boo." "Boo who?" "Boo-hoo, somebody's crying, and it's not me!" She broke into hysterical laughter.

Right now, Vee was the only person I could count on. She could be obnoxious,annoying, and lazy, but she never lied to me.

He grinned when I didn't protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that - a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and Patch's grin deepened. "More?" he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. "More.

I want Scott to look at me the way Patch looks at you.

Killer skirt, deadly legs.

Anything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.

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