My mom's coming home soon," I said. "We should go to your place." Patch ran a hand across the shadow of stubble along his jaw. "I have rules about who I take there." I was getting really tired of that answer. "If you showed me, you'd have to kill me?" I guessed, fighting the urge to feel irritated. "Once I'm inside, I can never leave?" Patch studied me a moment. Then he reached into his pocket, twisted a key off his key chain, and slipped it into the front pocket of my pajama top. "Once you've gone inside, you have to keep coming back.
Becca FitzpatrickSince the dawn of time, women have been attracted to mates with strong survival skillsโlike intelligence and physical prowessโ because men with these qualities are more likely to bring home dinner at the end of the day.โ He stuck his thumbs in the air and grinned. โDinner equals survival, team
Becca FitzpatrickAnd you would have lost. We were surrounded. He threatened your life, and he would have made good on that threat. He had you, and that meant he had me, too.
Becca FitzpatrickBut if the choice I have to make comes down to you or me, I choose you. I always have. All my love, Patch
Becca FitzpatrickYouโre impinging on my private space,โ I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isnโt the SAT, Nora.
Becca FitzpatrickAnd here I thought they were called Peeping Toms." I didn't need to see him to know he wore a smile. "Stop laughing," I said, my cheeks hot with humiliation. "Get me down." "Jump." "What?" "I'll catch you." "Are you crazy? Go inside and open the window. Or get a ladder." "I don't need a ladder. Jump. I'm not going to drop you.
Becca Fitzpatrick