I love you.โ His voice was straightforward, affectionate. โYou make me remember who I used to be. You make me want to be that man again. Right now, holding you, I feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together. Iโm yours, if youโll have me.
Becca FitzpatrickI 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 FitzpatrickIs everything a joke to you?โ I asked. He dabbed his tongue to his lip again. โNot everything.โ โLike what?โ โYou.
Becca FitzpatrickThe older woman waiting for admittance looked at me, then over her shoulder at Patch, who was vanishing down the hall. โHoney,โ she told me, โhe looks slippery as soap.
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