My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. “Now that’s what I call a scream,” he said, grinning at me.

I can't imagine why you're so interested." He shook his head. "Interested? We're talking about you. I'm fascinated.

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

Being with you never felt wrong. It's the one thing I did right. You're the one thing I did right.

I'm telling you this because I want you to know that I know something about you isn't right. You haven't fooled everybody. I'm going to find out what you're up to. I'm going to expose you." "Looking forward to it.

Dante said, “I tried talking Nora into a ride, but she keeps blowing me off.” “That’s because she has a hard-A boyfriend. He must have been homeschooled, because he missed all those valuable lessons we learned in kindergarten, like sharing. He finds out you took Nora for a ride, he’ll wrap this shiny new Porsche around the nearest tree.

You can call me Patch. No really. Call me.