I need to brush my teeth. And I need a shower." He grinned, hopping off the bike. "Now that is an invitation.
Becca FitzpatrickIt was bad enough when I thought your ghost was haunting me; I don't think I could handle the real thing.
Becca FitzpatrickHis were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.
Becca Fitzpatrick