“You two have been joined at the hip this summer.” “This summer?” Hugh snorted. “Try every summer since nineteen eighty-nine.” “Damn straight,” Gerard agreed, leaning in to press another kiss to my cheek. “My little Leo.” “No lips on my sister,” Hugh grumbled, but it was a defeated sound, having clearly consumed too much alcohol to care anymore. “Dammit, Gibs.” “Thank God for this one,” Gerard continued, wrapping an arm around me. “I thank my lucky stars every day for her friendship.”
