I trailed off.Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his mouth. My thoughts dissolved and just like that, a new thought broke the surface of my mind. I wanted to kiss him. Right now.

Chase him down and stall for time. I need two more minutes. ” “Chase him down? How? The Neon has a flat.” “With your own two feet!” “You mean exercise?

Patch’s eyes were black orbs. Taking in everything and giving away nothing.

I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.

I took three steps back; he nudged the door closed with his foot. “You like Mexican?” he asked. “I—” I’d like to know what you’re doing inside my house! “Tacos?” “Tacos?” I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. “Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese.” “I know what a taco is!

He was abominable...and the most alluring, tortured soul I'd ever met.

I cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing I said or did could realign the stars.