I watched him pitch the ball at a table neatly lined with six bowling pins, my stomach giving a little flutter when his T-shirt crept up in the back, revealing a stripe of skin. I knew from experience that every inch of him was hard, defined muscle. His back was smooth and perfect too, the scars from when he’d fallen once again replaced with wings—wings I, and every other human, couldn’t see.
“Five dollars says you can’t do it again,” I said, coming up behind him.
Patch looked back and grinned. “I don’t want your money, Angel.”
“Hey now, kids, let’s keep this discussion PG-rated,” Rixon said.
“All three remaining pins,” I challenged Patch.
“What kind of prize are we talking about?” he asked.
“Bloody hell,” Rixon said. “Can’t this wait until you’re alone?”
Patch gave me a secret smile, then shifted his weight back, cradling the ball into his chest. He dropped his right shoulder, brought his arm around, and sent the ball flying forward as hard as he could. There was a loud crack! and the remaining three pins scattered off the table.
“Aye, now you’re in trouble, lass,” Rixon shouted at me over the commotion caused by a pocket of onlookers, who were clapping and whistling for Patch. Patch leaned back against the booth and arched his eyebrows at me. The gesture said it all: Pay up.
“You got lucky,” I said.
“I’m about to get lucky.
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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 temptation too."
"I have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus.
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If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.
Becca FitzpatrickTags: angels fallen-angel becca-fitzpatrick patch hush-hush archangel
Don't blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there's this new club called civilization and you guys should join.
Becca FitzpatrickTags: humor becca-fitzpatrick hush-hush vee-sky
Duc?' The boy leaned against a twisted willow tree. 'Or bastard?
Becca FitzpatrickTags: fallen-angels becca-fitzpatrick hush-hush patch-cipriano
And anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do.
Becca FitzpatrickTags: dieting becca-fitzpatrick hush-hush vee-sky
Let’s get out of here.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.
I don't have 'five' you can borrow. My piggy bank is officially anorexic.
Becca FitzpatrickYou're staying here, Angel."
"You're taking this one alone?"
"First, Hank can't see us together. Second, I don't like the idea of dragging you into something that could get messy fast. If you need one more reason, I love you.
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You're a liar!"
He turned around, his black eyes snapping. "I'm also a thief, a gambler, a cheat, and a murdered. But this happens to be one of the rare times when I'm telling the truth. Go home. Consider yourself lucky. You've got a chance to start fresh. Not everyone can say the same.
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