I had done enough stalking to know that wherever Gerard Gibson was, Johnny Kavanagh was never far behind, and vice versa. That was a worrying concept considering the war that had been just declared on me. I nodded once and tried to sidestep him. Problem was, Gibsie intercepted my move and blocked my path. “Hey,” he coaxed, tone suddenly serious. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you or something?” “I’m f-fine,” I sniffled, desperately trying to keep my sobs at bay. It didn’t work. The minute he crouched down and made eye contact with me, a huge sob racked my body. “Shit,” he muttered, looking around
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