I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax." I whirled around to find the real Patch standing in the fitting room behind me. He was wearing jeans and a snug white tee. His arms were folded loosely over his chest, and his black eyes smiled down at me. Heat that wasn't entirely uncomfortable flushed through my body. "I could make all kinds of pervert jokes right now," I quipped.
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 FitzpatrickThe sensible part of me wanted to dissect my emotions, overthinking and overcomplicating my reaction to Jev.
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