That woman." Vee hissed, "I'm making the sign of the cross right now.

I want Scott to look at me the way Patch looks at you.

Her hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn her sideways and she practically disappeared.

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 personally believe Patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world.

My history is long, and not much of it is good. I can't erase it, but I'm determined not to make another mistake. Not when the stakes are high, not when it comes to you.

Thinking. A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.