“No, Gerard.” Shaking her head, she hooked an arm around his shoulders and leaned in close enough to stroke his nose with hers. “You’re the broken boy. He’s the comeback kid.” “If I’m broken, then what does that make you, Claire-Bear?” “I don’t know, Gerard,” she teased. “What does it make me?” “My it girl,” he purred, arms coming around her as he closed the space between their noses. “My everything girl.”
