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 FitzpatrickI donโt see any police cars.โ โThey probably had to park a couple blocks over. Anyway, as I was saying, I noticed illegal substances in the hands of a few guests.โ โSo?โ she snapped. โItโs a party.โ โAlcohol is illegal under the age of twenty-one.โ โGreat!โ Marcie shouted. โWhat am I going to do?โ She paused, then raised her voice again. โYou probably called them!โ โWho, me?โ Vee said. โAnd lose the free food? No way.
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 FitzpatrickThe guy I've got my eye on happens to be hot. Off-the-charts hot. Hotter-than-Patch hot.' She paused. 'Well maybe not that hot. Nobody's that hot.
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