“Johnny, lad, this could take hours to clear up,” Gibsie groaned. With all traces of his earlier vulnerability long gone, Johnny said, “Then we’ll have hours of practice. Now move your ass.” “Say a prayer for me,” Gibsie told Claire. He then dove toward her and smacked a loud smoochy kiss on her cheek before jogging away. “Ew, Gerard!” Claire called after him, wiping her flushed cheek with her sleeve.
