For the first time all day I felt safe. Except that Patch had cornered me in a dark tunnel and was possibly stalking me. Maybe not so safe.
Becca FitzpatrickTouch her,โ he said in Scottโs ear, his voice low and threatening, โand itโll be the biggest regret of your life.
Becca FitzpatrickWell, well,โ he said. โFive days a week isnโt enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too?
Becca FitzpatrickI felt his eyes devour me as I moved around the room. He assessed me head to toe without blinking, and a hot ache shivered through me. A kiss would've been less intimate.
Becca FitzpatrickVee is my un-twin. She's green-eyed, milky blond, and a few pounds over curvy. I'm a smoky-eyed brunette with volumes of curly hair that holds its own against even the best flatiron. And I'm all legs, like a bar stool. But there is an invisible thread the ties us together; both of us swear that tie began long before birth. Both of us swear it will continue to hold for the rest of our lives.
Becca Fitzpatrick