I'll be firm," I promised Patch, adopting a no-nonsense expression. "No backing down." By now Patch was full-on grinning. He kissed me again, and I felt my mouth soften its resolve. "You look cute when you're trying to be tough," he said.
Becca FitzpatrickI held out my hot dog, which had grown cold. โDo you want this?โ โNo way. Youโre going to need it. If anything bad happens, just take a bite. Ten seconds later, youโll feel all warm and happy inside.
Becca FitzpatrickGo ahead. You're not going to walk in on anyone. I'm home alone." "The whole night?" Immediately, I realized it might not have been the smartest thing to say. "Dorothea will be coming soon." That was a lie. Dorothea was long gone. It was close to midnight. "Dorothea?" "Our housekeeper. She's old- but strong. Very strong." I tried to squeeze past him. Unsuccessfully. "Sounds frightening," he said, retrieving the key from the lock. He held it out for me. "She can clean a toilet inside and out in under a minute. More like terrifying.
Becca FitzpatrickMy life sucks when Iโm only half-aware of it. If I quit drinking and saw what itโs really like, Iโd probably jump off a bridge.
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