I shook my head. โI donโt think so. This isnโt a good idea. This isnโt right.โ โThereโs all kinds of right,โ he murmured. โOn the spectrum, weโre still in the safe zone.โ ... โDefinitely right. Usually right,โ Patch continued. โMostly right. Maybe right.
Becca FitzpatrickI gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel. More than I think you'll ever know.
Becca FitzpatrickNora: What are you planning? Patch: I wouldn't call this planning. I'd call this throwing a Hail Mary with seconds left on the clock.
Becca FitzpatrickI took three steps back; he nudged the door closed with his foot. โYou like Mexican?โ he asked. โIโโ Iโd like to know what youโre doing inside my house! โTacos?โ โTacos?โ I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. โTomatoes, lettuce, cheese.โ โI know what a taco is!
Becca Fitzpatrick