Human reproduction can be a sticky subject—” “Ewww!” groaned a chorus of students

I have a free couple of hours," I told him, walking toward my car, which was parked on the next block. "There's a very private, very secluded barn in Lookout Hill Park behind the carousel. I could be there in fifteen minutes." I heard the smile in his voice. "You want me bad.

Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" "If I did?

I needed him like I'd never needed anyone.

Patch was in my life for a reason. I needed him. We were two halves of the same whole.

Cooking isn’t taught,” Patch said. “It’s inherent. Either you’ve got it or you don’t. Like chemistry. You think you’re ready for chemistry?” I pressed the knife down through the tomato; it split in two, each half rocking gently on the cutting board. “You tell me. Am I ready for chemistry?” Patch made a deep sound I couldn’t decipher and grinned.

Based on past experience, I hope not.