Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“Did I ever tell you about the time your girl saved me from Brian?” Gibsie asked while he cracked an egg over the pan, distracting me from my thoughts. “Brian?” I questioned, thinking about Mrs. Gibson’s evil bastard of a cat. “Shannon saved you from Brian?” “She sure did,” he mused. Grabbing a spatula off the rack, he swung it around in his hand as he spoke. “I love how you don’t even deny she’s yours anymore, lad.” “Fuck off,” I grumbled. Curiosity got the better of me then, and I perched my ass on a stool at the island and looked at him. “Tell me.” Gibsie chuckled at my response. “It was the day of my birthday last month,” he explained, tossing half a dozen sausages into the sizzling grease. “I’d taken Brian for a walk over to Hughie’s. You know how he gets when he’s left alone too long.” “Yeah.” I nodded, not batting an eyelid at this information. There had been at least nine occasions over the last eighteen months when he had arrived at my house with the Inspector Gadget look-alike cat. “He lost it, lad,” he said. “Went batshit crazy. Broke off his lead and made for the bathroom. Took a dump in the tub.” “Like his owner,” I quipped. “My mother has never taken a shit in anyone’s bathtub,” Gibsie snarled. “Not your ma,” I retorted. “You.” Gibsie frowned and tilted his head to the side, clearly racking his brain for the memory. I decided to help him out. “Away game against that school in Tipperary back in third year?” Recognition dawned on his features. “Oh, yeah,” he sn...