You’re not going to drive me home?” I asked. A waste of breath, since I knew her answer. “There’s fog.” “Patchy fog.”… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I don’t like the idea of dragging you into something that could get messy fast. If you need one more reason, I… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Nope. That's my line. This is my boyfriend's house, which makes that my line, exclusively. Where is he?” — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Do you ever think of moving back?" "To Coldwater? Heck, no. England suits me fine. These Brits love my accent. The first… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Go ahead. You're not going to walk in on anyone. I'm home alone." "The whole night?" Immediately, I realized it might not… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
My mom's coming home soon," I said. "We should go to your place." Patch ran a hand across the shadow of stubble… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You're a liar!" He turned around, his black eyes snapping. "I'm also a thief, a gambler, a cheat, and a murdered. But… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Try it on." "It's probably a little snug. Marcie tends to buy down when it comes to sizing." He merely smiled. "It… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I wasn´t expecting to come home to you, but now that you´re here, I have no intention of letting you leave." Patch… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
If I asked you to do something for me, I don't suppose you'd listen?" When he had my attention, he continued, "I'm… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Vee: And I'm not going to let you sit at home all afternoon with your sour face on. Nora: I don't have… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Since the dawn of time, women have been attracted to mates with strong survival skills—like intelligence and physical prowess— because men with… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
I nibbled my lower lip. "If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you'd have a hard time resisting the… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Cheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?" "Thinking." "Thinking?" "A process by which I use my brain… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Hang on, did you just call me Angel?” I asked. “If I did?” “I don’t like it.” He grinned. “It stays. Angel.” He leaned… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“I have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus” — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Tacos." "Tacos?" I echoed. This seemed to amuse him. "Tomatoes, lettuce, cheese." "I know what a taco is! — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
That woman." Vee hissed, "I'm making the sign of the cross right now. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
For the first time all day I felt safe. Except that Patch had cornered me in a dark tunnel and was possibly stalking me.… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
You smell good." "It's called a shower. Soap, shampoo, water-" "Naked. I know the drill. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
