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 FitzpatrickMy legs are falling asleep,โ I blurted. It wasnโt a total lie. I was experiencing tingling sensations all through my body, legs included. โI could solve that.โ Patchโs hands closed on my hips.
Becca FitzpatrickYou didnโt tell me she was so soft on the eyes,โ he said to Patch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spoke with a heavy Irish accent. โI didnโt tell her how hard you are on them either,โ Patch returned, his mouth at the relaxed stage just before a grin.
Becca FitzpatrickThe antique, almost primitive band he held between his fingers caught the sunlight, glinting silver. โI found this ring shortly after I was banished from heaven. I kept it to remind myself of how endless my sentence was, how eternal one small choice can be. Iโve kept it a long time. I want you to have it. You broke my suffering. Youโve given me a new eternity. Be my girl, Nora. Be my everything."
Becca Fitzpatrick