Your name?” I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. “Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me
Becca FitzpatrickIt was bad enough when I thought your ghost was haunting me; I don't think I could handle the real thing.
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.
Becca Fitzpatrick