Keeping 13 (Boys of Tommen, #2)

by Chloe Walsh

Claire’s eyes filled with tears and she hurried off through the woods in the direction of the camping site, mumbling something about a fly being in her eye. “Oh my fucking god!” Gibsie roared, clearly livid. “If any of you have a problem with being here, then get back in your cars and leave!” Gesturing behind him to where Claire had hurried off, he added, “Think very carefully about your next move, because if you’re coming, then you’re going to be happy. You’re going to smile, and you’re going to have a good bastard time. You’re going to eat the cake, you’re going to sing all the happy fucking birthdays, and you’re going to thank that girl for spending the last bloody month organizing this trip for your unworthy asses!” Exhaling heavily, he looked around at us. “We left our heavily pregnant cat at home for this, and Claire’s anxious enough about Cherub without all of you breathing down her neck, so if you upset her again, I will legit take leave of my senses and lose the fucking plot.” Eyes bulging, he added, “Don’t push me, because I’m already halfway there!” “Alright, lad,” Hughie coaxed, holding his hands up, eyeing Gibsie warily. “You won’t hear any more complaints from me.” Gibsie nodded stiffly before turning his glare on Lizzie. “And you?” “For Claire’s sake, I’ll suck it up,” Lizzie bit out. “Good.”

BKT YES GIBSIE!