Claire’s bedroom door burst inward then, startling all three of us. “Oh my god,” Claire shrieked, tossing a pillow at the tall blond boy who had invaded her privacy. “I have a problem!” Gibsie announced, catching the pillow midair. “Gerard!” Claire hissed, glaring. “Have you ever heard of knocking?” “There’s no time,” he replied. “I need your help, babe.” “I’m not your babe,” Claire grumbled and tossed another pillow at him. “What if I had been naked in here?” “Then I would die a happy man,” he retorted as the second pillow smacked against his chest.
