“Duc?' The boy leaned against a twisted willow tree. 'Or bastard?”

“Patch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard.I regained my breath. "Boys take not everywhere: That was a kiss.”

“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.”

“Something doesn't look right," Vee said. "Is the tire supposed to look like that?"I banged my head against the nearest tree trunk."So we've got a flat," Vee said. "What now?”

“I trailed off. Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his mouth. My thoughts dissolved and just like that, a new thought broke the surface of my mind.I wanted to kiss him. Right now.”

“Can you climb trees? Tell me you can climb a tree!”Patch grinned. “I can fly.”

“You find the wrong boy, you ask for trouble. You find the right boy, you find love.”