If I asked you to do something for me, I don't suppose you'd listen?" When he had my attention, he continued, "I'm going to take you home. Try to forget tonight happened. Try to act normal, especially around Hank. Don't mention my name." By way of an answer, I shot him a black look and swung out of the Tahoe. He followed suit, coming around to my side. "What kind of answer is that?" He asked, but his voice wasn't nearly so gruff.
Becca FitzpatrickThere's a disconnect between my mind and my heart, but I feel the truth. They say when people lose their vision, their hearing comes sharper. I've lost part of my memory but maybe my intuition is stronger.
Becca FitzpatrickDonโt start. I saw Marcie climb inside your Jeep.โ โShe needed a ride.โ I adopted a hands-on-hips pose. โWhat kind of ride?โ โNot that kind of ride,โ he said slowly.
Becca FitzpatrickDante said, โI tried talking Nora into a ride, but she keeps blowing me off.โ โThatโs because she has a hard-A boyfriend. He must have been homeschooled, because he missed all those valuable lessons we learned in kindergarten, like sharing. He finds out you took Nora for a ride, heโll wrap this shiny new Porsche around the nearest tree.
Becca FitzpatrickHe nuzzles my neck affectionately. "I love you. I'm happier right now than I ever remember being.
Becca FitzpatrickFirst,โ he said, coming behind me and placing his hands on the counter, just outside of mine, โchoose your tomato.โ He dipped his head so his mouth was at my ear. His breath was warm, tickling my skin. โGood. Now pick up the knife.โ โDoes the chef always stand this close?โ I asked, not sure if I liked or feared the flutter his closeness caused inside me. โWhen heโs revealing culinary secrets, yes.
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