“Lad, I think I love your girlfriend,” Gibsie stated when Shannon whizzed out of the sitting room. “That’s weird, right?” “What’s weird is you telling me that you love my girlfriend,” I replied, climbing to my feet. “That’s dangerous.” “You know I don’t mean it like that.” He chuckled, holding his hands up. “I’m just saying that she’s a really decent girl and I like her.” Scratching his jaw, he looked at me thoughtfully for a long moment before adding, “You did a good job.”
