“You had to hand it to the Patrician, he admitted grudgingly. If you didn't, he sent men to come and take it away.”
“He didn't take care of you; you had to take care of yourself.”
“You've written plenty of romantic tales," he said, taking the book from her hands and gently closing it. "Didn't you know I would come?”
“Hey,” he pulled away and put his hand on my face. “What are you thinking about?”“Your butt,” I admitted.”
“Growing up, Joe had adored his brother, Then he'd come to hate him. Now, he mostly didn't think about him. When he did, he had to admit, he missed his laugh.”
“I'm not sure of anything," he admitted."But I didn't mean to freak you out before. I just can't seem to keep my hands off you. I don't want to keep my hands off you."~Wyatt”