I shouldn't have been looking at lingerie. It naturally made me think about sexy things. Like kissing. Like Patch.

Right now, holding you, I feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together.

If I asked you to do something for me, I don't suppose you'd listen?" When he had my attention, he continued, "I'm going to take you home. Try to forget tonight happened. Try to act normal, especially around Hank. Don't mention my name." By way of an answer, I shot him a black look and swung out of the Tahoe. He followed suit, coming around to my side. "What kind of answer is that?" He asked, but his voice wasn't nearly so gruff.

He tried to pull me against him, and I bit him on the lip. He licked his lip with the tip of his tongue. 'Did you just bite me?

Door’s locked,” he said. “And we have unfinished business.

I’m not stealing it. We’re stranded. This is called borrowing.” “This is called you’re crazy.

I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night's rain. Or Angel Magic