When it comes to reflexes, I'm like a cat. I'm Catwoman. I'm invulnerable. The only reason he got a piece of me is because of the rain. Cats don't like water. It impairs us. It's our kryptonite.

His were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.

My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. “Now that’s what I call a scream,” he said, grinning at me.

This is crazy," I told Patch in an undertone. "I'm crazy." He was on the brink of smiling again. "About you.

I’m going to grab a cheeseburger,” I told Patch. “Want anything?” “Nothing on the menu.” I smiled. “Why, Patch, are you flirting with me?

Girl, I'm going to show you the bear in hug.

I gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel. More than I think you'll ever know.