“Fine, I won’t tell on you,” Ollie huffed, snatching the cash out of my hand and then holding it up to the light to check its authenticity. “But this is a one-time deal. If I catch you near my sister again, you’re fair game, Johnny Kavanagh.” “Deal,” I agreed. “Now, out you go.” With a stiff nod, Ollie stalked out of my room only to pause in the doorway and run back to my bed. “Oh—and happy birthday,” he said, giving me a quick hug. “I love you.” With that, he scampered out of my room with my cash in his hands.
