I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax." I whirled around to find the real Patch standing in the fitting room behind me. He was wearing jeans and a snug white tee. His arms were folded loosely over his chest, and his black eyes smiled down at me. Heat that wasn't entirely uncomfortable flushed through my body. "I could make all kinds of pervert jokes right now," I quipped.
Becca FitzpatrickIโm going to grab a cheeseburger,โ I told Patch. โWant anything?โ โNothing on the menu.โ I smiled. โWhy, Patch, are you flirting with me?
Becca FitzpatrickIโm really starting to like all this spy work,โ Vee said. โWhen my normal life gets boring, all I have to do is sidle up next to you.
Becca Fitzpatrick..but maybe this was a defense mechanism. Maybe my mind was making me see things I refused to accept were gone forever. It was filling the void, because that was easier than letting go.
Becca FitzpatrickArrogance can be deadly.โ The corners of his mouth crept up. โBut you didnโt hear me say that.
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