Vee is my un-twin. She's green-eyed, milky blond, and a few pounds over curvy. I'm a smoky-eyed brunette with volumes of curly hair that holds its own against even the best flatiron. And I'm all legs, like a bar stool. But there is an invisible thread the ties us together; both of us swear that tie began long before birth. Both of us swear it will continue to hold for the rest of our lives.
Becca FitzpatrickTouch her,โ he said in Scottโs ear, his voice low and threatening, โand itโll be the biggest regret of your life.
Becca FitzpatrickIโm going to grab a cheeseburger,โ I told Patch. โWant anything?โ โNothing on the menu.โ I smiled. โWhy, Patch, are you flirting with me?
Becca FitzpatrickIf anyone were to find outโโ I began. Patch kissed me, hard, but with an amused glint in his eye. โIf I get caught, itโll mean the end of kissing you. Do you really think Iโd risk that?โ His face grew serious. โI know I canโt feel your touch, but I feel your love, Nora. Inside me. It means everything to me. I wish I could feel you the same way you feel me, but I have your love. Nothing will ever outweigh that. Some people go their entire lives never feeling the emotions youโve given me. There is no regret in that.
Becca FitzpatrickIf I could make this go away, I would. If I could stand in your place, I wouldn't hesitate. But I'm left with one choice, and that's to stand by your side through the end. I won't waver, Angel, I can promise you that. -Patch to Nora
Becca FitzpatrickScott: Friends don't let friends drive drunk. Nora: Are you trying to appeal to my conscience? Scott: How can you turn down a once-in-a-lifetime chance to drive the 'Stang? Nora: How about you sell me the 'Stang for thirty dollars? I can even pay cash. Scott: Drunk, but not that drunk, Grey.
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