“Lolly?” Gibsie offered, pulling a lollipop stick from his mouth and holding it out to her. Claire stared at it for a moment before shrugging, swiping it out of his hand, and then popping it into her mouth. “Sherbet?” She arched a brow. “You hate sherbet.” “Got it for you,” he shot back with a wink. “I know it’s your favorite.”
