Are you defending Marcie? He shook his head. I don’t need to. She handled herself. You, on the other hand… I pointed at the door. Out.
One more thing. I sold the mustang. Too conspicuous. Don’t get too excited, but I bought you a little something with the extra cash. I heard you’ve had your eye on a Volkswagen. The owner is dropping it by tomorrow. I paid for a full tank of gas, so make sure she delivers.
Chase him down and stall for time. I need two more minutes. Chase him down? How? The Neon has a flat. With your own two feet! You mean exercise?
Light had a way of keeping the monsters of my imagination at bay.
Since the dawn of time, women have been attracted to mates with strong survival skills—like intelligence and physical prowess— because men with these qualities are more likely to bring home dinner at the end of the day. He stuck his thumbs in the air and grinned. Dinner equals survival, team
There’s nothing special about losing your virginity over a toilet.
Your name? I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered. Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me
Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn’t.
Are you keeping anything else from me? I’m keeping a lot of things from you. Like? Like the way I feel about being locked up in here with you. You have no idea what you do to me.
With you, what you see is what you get. And I see cheap.
He gave Marcie a spare to the Jeep—I should park this thing in the ocean, twenty feet under.
My legs are falling asleep, I blurted. It wasn’t a total lie. I was experiencing tingling sensations all through my body, legs included. I could solve that. Patch’s hands closed on my hips.