Patch is the last person you want to antagoonize. He doesn't hold grudges because the people who cross him tend to disappear quickly.

We don't have an address," I said, "but we do know where he works." "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Vee asked, eyes brightening briefly through the haze of chemical sedation. "Based on past experience, I hope not.

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

I’m not going anywhere near a motel with you.

We touched base at several strategic locations down our bodies, and it took all my willpower to break away.

I turned my face up to his. I could hardly look at him the same way. I was crying without realizing I'd started. "You made a deal with Hank. You saved my life. Why would you do that for me?" "Angel," he murmured, clasping my face between his hands. "I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.

Well, well,” he said. “Five days a week isn’t enough of me? Had to give me an evening, too?