On the other hand, even a big, '80s love van was less noticeable than six flying kids and their talking dog. So there you go.
James PattersonFangโs hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder and down my back, making me shiver. I looked up. โWhat the heck are you doing?โ โHelping you change your mind,โ he whispered, and then he leaned over, tilted my chin up, and kissed me.
James PattersonIt's so strange. Everything can be going alone just great, and then one day, whack, you're blindsided-- a lousy, crammy blow you didn't see coming.
James PattersonYou can help each other, Max, said the unwelcome voice. You're perfect complements to each other. "Shut up!" I hissed under my breath, and Dylan looked startled. "I didn't say anything." Gritting my teeth, I nodded. "No, I know. It's just-" I decided to take a risk and stare him down. "I hear voices, okay? If you're gonna be here, get used to it. Or else keep your distance.
James Patterson