We need a ride. We're stranded." "We still have two legs, leftie and rightie. Mine are in the mood for exercise. They feel like a nice long walk--ARE YOU CRAZY?" she shrieked. I was standing with the tip of the beach umbrella aimed at the driver's-side window. "What?" I said. "We have to get in.
Becca FitzpatrickPatch smiled. โYou come by your red hair naturally?โ I stared at him. โI donโt have red hair.โ โI hate to break it to you, but itโs red. I could light it on fire and it wouldnโt turn any redder.
Becca FitzpatrickYouโve never been to school, ever? If thatโs trueโ and youโre right, I donโt think it isโwhat made you decide to come this year?โ โYou....Your eyes, Nora. Those cold, pale gray eyes are surprisingly irresistible.โ He tipped his head sideways, as if to study me from a new angle. โAnd that killer curvy mouth
Becca FitzpatrickReady?" Despite the grim mood, I smiled and cracked my knuckles. "Ready to wrestle with my gorgeous boyfriend? Oh, I'd say I'm ready for that." Amusement softened his eyes. "I'll try to control where I put my hands, but in the heat of things, who knows what could happen?" I added. Patch grinned. "Sounds promising.
Becca Fitzpatrick