There was no sign of Jules. โBad news,โ said Elliot. โThe man is sick. Youโre going to have to settle for me.โ โSick?โ Vee demanded. โHow sick? What kind of excuse is sick?โ โSick as in itโs coming out both ends.โ Vee scrunched her nose. โToo much information.
Becca FitzpatrickI could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax." I whirled around to find the real Patch standing in the fitting room behind me. He was wearing jeans and a snug white tee. His arms were folded loosely over his chest, and his black eyes smiled down at me. Heat that wasn't entirely uncomfortable flushed through my body. "I could make all kinds of pervert jokes right now," I quipped.
Becca Fitzpatrick..but maybe this was a defense mechanism. Maybe my mind was making me see things I refused to accept were gone forever. It was filling the void, because that was easier than letting go.
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