My arms hurt from how tightly Patch held me. “Now that’s what I call a scream,” he said, grinning at me.

“Whoa, who peed in your Cheerios?”

“I'm not the distraction in the room.""Oh? And what might be?”

“If you need one more reason, I love you.”

“Patch was dressed in the usual: black shirt, black jeans and a thin silver neck…”