Patch’s eyes were black orbs. Taking in everything and giving away nothing. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“I want to do a lot of things to your body, but that's not one of them.” — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch wasn't the kind of guy mothers smiled on. He was the kind of guy they changed the house locks for. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Listen, Patch, I don’t want to be rude, but—” “Sure you do.” “Well, you started it!” Lovely. Very mature. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch is the last person you want to antagoonize. He doesn't hold grudges because the people who cross him tend to disappear… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“I blinked down the street where the jeep had vanished. I felt the unexplainable urge to storm after them and do something… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Patch's eyes made a slow assessment of me, sharpening to vivid black. "I'm going to have a hard time sending you off… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“You're a guardian angel now." I was still too much in awe to wrap my mind around it, but at the same… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“This isn't your fight, Patch," I said quietly. His eyes burned with an intensity I'd never seen before. "You're mine, Angel, and… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Just then Patch ambled through the front door. I did a double take to make it was really him. I hadn't expected… — becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
How does this whole guardian angel business work? Am I the only person who can see you? I mean, are you invisible… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“One last thing," he said. "Stop looking for me." "I'm not looking for you." I scoffed. He touched his index finger to… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Normal and I parted ways when Patch strolled into my life. Patch has seven inches on me, operates on cold, hard logic,… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Coach: "All right, Patch. let's say you're at a party. the room is full of girls of all shapes and sizes. You… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Patch's eyes grazed me with silent heat. My reflection swirled in them, red hair and lips aflame. I was connected to him… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Positive. In other news, Marcie's throwing a Halloween party here at the farmhouse." Patch smiled. "Grey - Millar family drama?" "The theme… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“He sucked some of the rain from my bottom lip, and I felt his mouth smile against mine. He swept my hair… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch: "It's hard to concentrate on answers with you looking like that. — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“If I could make this go away, I would. If I could stand in your place, I wouldn't hesitate. But I'm left… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Patch? Whatever happens, I love you." I wanted to say more, those three words painfully inadequate for the way I felt about… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“Patch wore black jeans and a matching T- shirt that hugged his form. He rested his hands on my shoulders, facing me.… — becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“I watched him pitch the ball at a table neatly lined with six bowling pins, my stomach giving a little flutter when… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“There’s an organic grocery store just off the highway exit. I can’t remember the last time I went shopping for food.” A… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
“His mouth twisted into a perceptive, sexy smile. "Hmm." "Hmm?" I looked away, flustered, automatically using irritation to cover my discomfort up.… — 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
