Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)

by Chloe Walsh

“How are the lovebirds?” a familiar voice boomed close to my ear. Startled, I looked over Johnny’s shoulder to find a grinning Gibsie. “Hey, little Shannon,” Gibsie drawled with a mischievous wink. “Don’t mind me. I just need to borrow my buddy for a sec.” Oh god. Mortified, I quickly scrambled backwards, breaking the contact. Johnny muttered a string of unintelligible curse words under his breath before turning around. “This better be fucking important,” he snapped, shoulders tensed. “That depends,” Gibsie replied nonchalantly. “On what?” Johnny barked. “On whether or not you still want me to remind you of that thing you asked me to remind you about?” “Thing?” Johnny shook his head. “What thing? The fuck are you talking about?” “Lines and bulldozers, my friend,” Gibsie shot back with a meaningful look. I had no clue as to what Gibsie was referring to; however it was clear that Johnny did, because he exhaled a loud breath, expelling the word shite with it. “You’re welcome,” Gibsie replied, patting Johnny on the shoulder before making his way back to his seat. “What was that about?” I asked when we were relatively alone again. “Hmm?” Johnny replied, obviously distracted. He kept turning back to look at his friend. “Are you okay?” I whispered. “What? Yeah, yeah, I’m grand.” He cast a quick glance at me and then turned back to mouth something else to Gibsie. I couldn’t quite figure out what they were saying to each other. They seemed to be communicating through body language—...