patch

Don__ start. I saw Marcie climb inside your Jeep.___he needed a ride.__ adopted a hands-on-hips pose. __hat kind of ride?___ot that kind of ride,_ he said slowly.

If anyone were to find out__ I began.Patch kissed me, hard, but with an amused glint in his eye. __f I get caught, it__l mean the end of kissing you. Do you really think I__ risk that?_ His face grew serious. __ know I can__ feel your touch, but I feel your love, Nora. Inside me. It means everything to me. I wish I could feel you the same way you feel me, but I have your love. Nothing will ever outweigh that. Some people go their entire lives never feeling the emotions you__e given me. There is no regret in that.

I couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.

One more secret smile. One more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didn't know I was searching for.

Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.

You possess other people's...bodies."He accepted that statement with a nod."Do you want to possess my body?""I want to do a lot of things to your body, but that's not one of them.

Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?

I love you more than I think I should.

Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked."If I did?""I don't like it."He grinned. "It stays, Angel.

She'll kill me if she finds you in here. Can you climb trees? Tell me you can climb a tree!"Patch grinned, "I can fly.

If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.

Don't make me regret this," I said, breathless."You haven't regretted me once.

He was abominable...and the most alluring, tortured soul I'd ever met.

If he had learned anything in manhood, it was that it didn__ matter what other people thought of him__ven the ones he respected. In the end, he would patch together a life, with its sorry errors and its triumphs, just as they had.

There__ an organic grocery store just off the highway exit. I can__ remember the last time I went shopping for food._ A smile glittered in his eyes. __ might have gone overboard.__ walked into the kitchen, with gleaming stainless-steel appliances, black granite countertops, and walnut cabinetry. Very masculine, very sleek. I went for the fridge first. Water bottles, spinach and arugula, mushrooms, gingerroot, Gorgonzola and feta cheeses, natural peanut butter, and milk on one side. Hot dogs, cold cuts, Coke, chocolate pudding cups, and canned whipped cream on the other. I tried to picture Patch pushing a shopping cart down the aisle, tossing in food as it pleased him. It was all I could do to keep a straight face.

This isn't your fight, Patch," I said qu

I could get you to smile like that, and without sales tax." I whirled around to find the real Patch standing in the fitting room behind me. He was wearing jeans and a snug white tee. His arms were folded loosely over his chest, and his black eyes smiled down at me. Heat that wasn't entirely uncomfortable flushed through my body. "I could make all kinds of pervert jokes right now," I quipped.

I believe in destiny Angel. I believe every choice I've made has brought me closer to you. I looked for you for a very long time. I may have fallen from heaven, but I fell for you.