“Watching me train again?” Gibsie called across the courtyard. “You know I love when you do that.” It took me a few seconds to recognize the leggy blond as Hughie Biggs’s baby sister. “What was that?” Claire called back, cupping her ear with her hand. “I can’t hear you.” “Go out with me!” “Get stuffed, Gerard!” “You know you want to,” Gibsie laughed, twiddling his fingers at her in salute. “My little brown-eyed girl.” “Don’t do it, Gerard!” Claire’s face turned bright red. “Don’t you dare sing that—” Gibs cut her off with a verse of Van Morrison. “I hate you, Gerard Gibson!” Claire hissed when
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