She already has a car.” “A Ford. That’s like Toyota’s worst enemy.

I forced a smile. It was the one I'd been practicing all morning. It felt tight at the edges and brittle everywhere in between.

I didn’t break his jaw, but if he lays a hand on you, it will be the first of many things to break,” Patch said.

His smile was sexy and warned of trouble, but I'd made up my mind that not all trouble was bad.

They said the moment I fell in love with you was the moment you'd leave.

You didn’t tell me she was so soft on the eyes,” he said to Patch, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He spoke with a heavy Irish accent. “I didn’t tell her how hard you are on them either,” Patch returned, his mouth at the relaxed stage just before a grin.

I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.