Claire growled, folding her arms across her chest. “I’m telling you, we need to go see The Wedding Date.” “I’m not listening to you,” he declared, glaring right back at her. “Not after The Notebook escapade.” “That was a great movie,” she choked out, clutching her chest. “You have no taste.” “You cried!” he spat out. “For days!” “So did you!” she shot back. “Louder than me.” “Exactly,” Gibsie ground out. “Which is why I’m not listening to you again.”
