“You’re wrong. I can do the friend thing.” “You clearly can’t,” Gibsie snickered. “Lover boy.” “I helped her today,” I bit out, tensing. “That’s what friends do for friends.” “By the way, Robbie Mac asked me if I could get her number off Claire for him during lunch,” Gibsie stated in an impassive tone. Pulling himself up to rest on his elbows, he looked at me and added, “Said he’d love to take little Shannon to the cinema at the weekend.” “I hope you set that fucker straight!” I hissed. “Gibs, you better not have given that eejit her number.” He flopped back down on the bed and laughed. “I’m
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