Quotes by Katie McGarry

The entire room turns and stares. There’s no doubt what they see—ripped jeans, a black T-shirt, tattoos and earrings. I don’t care what they see. All I care about is what she sees: a person unwelcomed or the guy she

If you’re looking for fast driving there’s a dragway in the southwestern part of the county. It opens next week.”“Do you race there?” he asks.“Yes.” And I plan on spending a lot of time there over the next six weeks.“Isaiah.” Beth attempts to step in between us, but Logan angles himself so that she can’t. “That’s not why I brought him here.”An insane glint strikes the guy’s eyes and all of a sudden, I feel a connection to him. A twitch of his lips shows he might be my kind of crazy. “How fast do the cars there go?”“Some guys hit speeds of 120 mph in an eighth mile.”“No!” Beth stomps her foot. “No. I promised Ryan nothing crazy would happen. Logan, this is not why I brought you here.”“Have you hit those speeds?” He swats his hand at Beth as if she’s a fly, earning my respect. Most guys would be terrified of having their balls ripped off and handed to them for dismissing Beth like that.“Not driving my car, I haven’t,” I answer honestly. But I hope to with Rachel’s car, and with mine, after a few modifications. “Speed can be bought. Just depends on how much you want to spend.”Logan offers his hand. “I’m Logan.”“Isaiah,” I say as we shake.“Shit,” mumbles Beth.

Because they’re wet, Noah’s jeans are a bit stubborn sliding down, but he’s successful, and in the mirror I’m drawn to his naked body. I love the raw power of his shoulder blades and the curve of his back that trails lower to his...my mouth dries out...oh, crap...his butt is...how do I describe something so exquisite?Everything about Noah is sexy, and as he bends to pull the jeans off his f

I wrote about the person I love most, my older brother, Noah. We dont live together so I wrote what I imagine he does when were not together.And what is that? prodded the stout man. Hes a superhero who saves people in danger, because he saved me and my brother from dying in a fire a couple of years ago. Noah is better than Batman. The crowd chuckled. I love you, too, lilbro.

You scared the shit out of me last night, so forgive me if I dont want to hear fine as an answer.I rubbed my eyes, hoping it would keep the burning tears away. The warm water of the shower had finally calmed the tears, but the thought of Noah walking away brought them back. What do you want to hear? That Im exhausted? Terrified? Confused? That all I want to do is rest my head on your chest and sleep for hours, but thats not going to happen because youre leaving me?Yes, he said quickly, then just as quick said, No. Everything but the last part. He paused. Echo, how could you think I would leave you? How can you doubt how I feel?Because, I said as I felt the familiar twisting in my stomach. You saw me lose it. You saw me almost go insane.The muscles in his shoulders visibly tensed. I watched you battle against the worst memory of your life and I watched you win. Make no mistake, Echo. I battled right beside you. You need to find some trust in me ... in us.Noah inhaled and slowly let the air out. His stance softened and so did his voice. If youre scared, tell me. If you need to cry and scream, then do it. And you sure as hell dont walk away from us because you think it would be better for me. Heres the reality, Echo: I want to be by your side. If you want to go to the mall stark naked so you can show the world your scars, then let me hold your hand. If you want to see your mom, then tell me that, too. I may not always understand, but damn, baby, Ill try.

You know a lot about math, I said. You know a lot about math? What type of statement was that? Right along the lines of Hey, you have hair and its red and curly. Real smooth.

What if I’ll always be the person on the outside? The person who doesn’t belong.”“You belong, Echo,” he says against my temple. “Right here with me.

My heart quickened when I caught a flash of red entering the lunchroom. At the corner door farthest from me, Echo paused and performed a quick scan. She held her books tight to her chest, sleeves clutched in her hands. Our eyes met. Her green eyes melted and she gave me that beautiful siren smile

Noah drew me closer to him. Its okay. Ive got you.

Noah held my hand and my bag as he escorted me to the third floor - the Womens Pavilion. The elevator bell rang and the doors opened. Jesus, Echo, circulation in my hand would be a good thing, said Noah. Sorry. I tried to let go, but Noah kept his fingers linked with mine.

Noah?A welcome voice - not my mothers, but welcome all the same: Echo. A smile spread across my face. This was too good. Me in a towel, alone in the house with my nymph. I left the bathroom.

Wait. I began to pull off his jacket. You forgot this.Keep it, he said without looking back. Ill get it from you on Monday. When we discuss tutoring.And Noah Hutchins - girl-using stoner boy and jacket-loaning savior - faded into the shadows.

I close my eyes at his intimate touch. It’s a slow movement, not one meant to seduce. It’s one to show how much he loves me, and I flatten my lips, fighting the urge to cry. Noah nudges me toward him and if it wasn’t for his hold, I’d drop like a house of

You can ignore me, Rachel, and you can try to treat me as a friend, but none of that will erase the fact that I think about kissing you every second I’m awake and dream at night of my hands on your body. And it sure as hell won’t erase that I’m terrified by how much I like you.

I dont like how he holds on to her and dont like how long hes holding. That doesnt look like brotherly love to me. I stare at his girl. Why is she so damned happy to see her guy hugging someone else?

Baby, you’ve got enough strength and tenacity to takedown drug dealers. You’ll be fine.

Do you think we can just take it on faith right now that I want you, you want me, and well figure out the happy ending part later?

In this case, two wrongs made a major right.

Rachel wiggles in my hold. “You’re stro

Im not a princess but Ryan is a knight, he just belongs to someone else.