“I learned that I was either crazy in love with you, or putting on the best performance of my life." (Nora)
“Right now, I had everything I could ask for. It wasn't a long list, but it was a very satisfying one, starting with the love of my life back in my arms.”
“You're mine, Angel. And I'm yours. Nothing can change that.”
"I move in mysterious ways."
"God moves in mysterious ways. You move like lightening-here one moment, gone the next.”
"If I lose you, I lose everything”
“I like you in my bed,” Patch said. “I rarely pull down the covers. I rarely sleep. I could get used to this picture.”
“Are you offering me a permanent place?”
“Already put a spare key in your pocket.”
I patted my pocket. Sure enough, something small and hard was snug inside. “How charitable of you.”
“I’m not feeling very charitable now,” he said, holding my eyes, his voice deepening with a gravelly edge. “I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn’t feel you missing from my life. You haunted me to the point that I began to believe Hank had gone back on his oath and killed you. i saw your ghost in everything. I couldn’t escape you and I didn’t want to. You tortured me, but it was better than losing you.”
“I had fun last night," I told Patch, flicking off my chin strap and handing over my helmet. "I'm officially on love with your sheets."
"That the only thing you're in love with?"
"Nope. Your mattress, too."
Some smile crept into Patch's eyes. "My bed's an open invitation.”