“Claire-Bear,” he purred with a devilish grin. “I have something for you.” Claire’s brows rose in surprise. “You do?” “Uh-huh.” Nodding, Gibsie leaned against the barrier that separated the pitch from the stands and crooked his finger. “Come here and I’ll show you.” Clambering over her seat, Claire approached him warily. “You better not be planning on—Oh my god, Gerard, don’t!” she screamed when he dragged her clean over the barrier and tossed her over his shoulder. “Put me down!”
