know the appropriate song for this,” Gibsie said, draping an arm over Claire’s shoulder. Tossing his cigarette butt in the neighbor’s garden, he waved a hand in front of them and said, “Bon Jovi—‘It’s My Life.’” “Perfect!” Claire chirped, wrapping an arm around his waist as they strolled down the garden path toward his car. “You know what, Gerard? You can be pretty smart when you’re not being pretty stupid.” Laughing, he pulled her in to his side. “I know, right?”
