'Go here?' His mouth was on my shoulder. 'Or here?' It moved up my neck.
My brain couldn't process one logical thought. Patch's mouth was roaming north, up over my jaw, gently sucking at my skin…
'My legs are falling asleep,' I blurted. It wasn't a total lie. I was experiencing tingling sensations all through my body, legs included.
'I could solve that.' Patch's hands closed on my hips.
Suddenly my cell phone rang. I jumped at the sound of it and fumbled it out of my pocket.
'Hi, sweetheart,' my mom said cheerfully.
'Can I call you back?'
'Sure. What's going on?'
I shut the phone. 'You need to leave,' I told Patch. 'Right now.'
He'd slid his baseball cap back around. His mouth was the only feature I could see beneath it, and it curved in a mischievous smile. 'You're not wearing makeup.'
'I must have forgotten it.'
'Sweet dreams tonight.'
'Sure. No problem.' What had he said?
'About that party tomorrow night…'
'I'll think about it,' I managed to say.
Patch tucked a piece of paper inside my pocket, his touch sending hot sensations down my legs. 'Here's the address. I'll be looking for you. Come alone.'
A moment later I heard the front door close behind him. A fiery blush worked its way up my face. Too close, I thought. There was nothing wrong with fire… as long as you didn't stand too close. Something to keep in mind.
I leaned back against the cabinets, taking short, shallow breaths.
Chapter 10
I was yanked awake by the sound of my phone ringing. Caught with one foot still in a dream, I rugged my pillow over my head and tried to block out the noise. But the phone rang. And rang.
The call went to voice mail. Five seconds later, the ringing started up again.
I reached an arm over the side of the bed, groped around until I found my jeans, and wiggled my cell out of the pocket.
'Yes?' I said with a wide yawn, leaving my eyes shut.
Someone was breathing angrily on the other end. 'What happened to you? What happened to bringing back cotton candy? And while you're at it, how about telling me where you are so I can come strangle you- barehanded!'
I knocked the heel of my hand against my forehead a few times.
'I thought you'd been kidnapped!' Vee went on. 'I thought you'd been abducted! I thought you were murdered!'
I tried to find the clock in the dark. I bumped a picture frame on the nightstand, and all the frames behind it played dominoes.
'I was sort of delayed,' I said. 'By the time I made it back to the arcade, you were gone.'
'Delayed'? What kind of excuse is delayed?'
The red numbers on the clock swam into focus. It was just after two in the morning.
'I drove around the parking lot for an hour,' Vee said. 'Elliot walked the park flashing the only photo I had of you on my cell phone. I tried your cell a zillion times. Hang on. Are you at home? How did you get home?'
I rubbed the corners of my eyes. 'Patch.'
'Stalker Patch?'
'Well, I didn't have much of a choice, did I?' I said tersely. 'You left without me.'
'You sound worked up. Really worked up. No, that's not it. You sound agitated… flustered… aroused.' I could feel her eyes widen. 'He kissed you, didn't he?'
No answer.
'He did! I knew it! I've seen the way he looks at you. I knew this was coming. I saw it from a mile away.'
I didn't want to think about it.
'What was it like?' Vee pressed. 'A peach kiss? A plum kiss? Or maybe an al-fal-fa kiss?'
'What?'
'Was it a peck, did mouths part, or was there tongue? Never mind. You don't have to answer that. Patch isn't the kind of guy to deal with preliminaries. There was tongue involved. Guaranteed.'
I covered my face with my hands, hiding behind them. Patch probably thought I didn't have any self-control. I'd fallen apart in his arms. I'd melted like butter. Right before I told him he should go, I was pretty sure I'd made a sound that was a cross between a sigh of sheer bliss and a moan of ecstasy.
That would explain his arrogant grin.
'Can we talk about this later?' I asked, pinching the bridge of my nose.
'No way.'
I sighed. 'I'm dead tired.'
'I can't believe you're thinking about keeping me in suspense.'
'I'm hoping you'll forget about it.'
'Fat chance.'
I tried to envision the muscles along my neck relaxing, forestalling the headache I felt creeping on. 'Are we still on for shopping?'
'I'll pick you up at four.'
'I thought we weren't meeting until five.'
'Circumstances have changed. I'll be there even earlier if I can get out of family time. My mom's having a nervous breakdown. She blames my bad grades on her parenting skills. Apparently spending time together is the solution. Wish me luck.'
I snapped my phone shut and slid deep into my bed. I pictured Patch's unprincipled grin and his glittering black eyes. After thrashing around in bed for several minutes, I gave up trying to get comfortable. The truth was, as long as Patch was on my mind, comfort was out of the question.
When I was little, Dorothea's godson Lionel shattered one of the kitchen glasses. He swept up all the shards of glass except one, and he dared me to lick it. I imagined falling for Patch was a little like licking that shard. I knew it was stupid. I knew I'd get cut. After all these years one thing hadn't changed: I was still lured by danger.
Suddenly I sat up straight in bed and reached for my cell. I switched on the lamp.
The battery showed fully charged.
My spine tingled ominously. My cell was supposed to be dead. So how had my mom and Vee gotten through?
Rain battered the colorful awnings of the shops along the pier and spilled to the sidewalk below. The antique gas lamps that were staggered down both sides of the street glowed to life. With our umbrellas bumping together, Vee and I hustled down the sidewalk and under the pink-and-white-striped awning of Victoria's Secret. We shook out our umbrellas in unison and propped them just outside the entrance.
A boom of thunder sent us flying through the doors.
I stamped rain from my shoes and shuddered off the cold. Several oil diffusers burned on a display at the center of the store, surrounding us with an exotic, lusty smell.
A woman in black slacks and a stretchy black tee stepped forward. She had a measuring tape snaked around her neck, and she started to reach for it. 'Would you girls like a free measuring-'
'Put the damn measuring tape away,' Vee ordered. 'I already know my size. I don't need reminding.'
I gave the woman a smile that was part apology as I trailed after Vee, who was heading toward the
