His muscles flexed under his clothes, holding me, leading me. Never letting me stray far.
Rollover minutes don’t work with curfews.
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.
I take that back. If Hank wants to shoot Scott, he has my blessing.
Nora: This is crazy. Patch: I'm crazy. About you.
Did they look like anyone we know? For example… a cross between Pippi Longstocking and the Wicked Witch of the West would obviously give us Marcie Millar