“I missed you, too, lad.” I chuckled, delighted to be back in his Focus, gripping the oh-Jesus bar and silently praying for him not to kill us both with his deranged driving. “And your Toblerone is in my suitcase.” “Toblerones,” he corrected, narrowly avoiding an old lady crossing the road. “Plural. Don’t even think about giving Hughie and Feely my stash.” Swerving back on to his side of the road, Gibsie glanced in the rearview mirror and sighed. “Oh, thank god, she’s still standing. For a minute there, I thought I clipped her with my wing mirror.” “Maybe you should pull over and let me
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