Patch was in my life for a reason. I needed him. We were two halves of the same whole.

Your file was empty. Nothing. Not even an immunization record.” He didn’t even pretend to look surprised. He eased back in his seat, eyes gleaming obsidian. “And you’re telling me this because you’re afraid I might cause an outbreak? Measles or mumps?” “I’m telling you this because I want you to know that I know something about you isn’t right. You haven’t fooled everybody. I’m going to find out what you’re up to. I’m going to expose you.” “Looking forward to it.” I flushed, catching the innuendo too late.

You think the two of us and a slummy motel make for a dangerous combination?

It’s so real." "Most dreams are. It isn't until you wake up that you see all the plot holes.

I don't have a car." His eyes sliced into mine. "I walked here," I explained. "I'm on foot." "Angel," he said in a way that sounded like he sincerely hoped I was joking.

I take my job seriously, which means I'm going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.

It was a smile that spelled trouble. With a promise.