“He clearly gets it from his mam,” Lizzie drawled. “Clearly.” A faint smile teased Joey’s lips, but it was almost impossible to see because he had the ultimate poker face. He didn’t show emotion. He didn’t divulge information, either. Gerard might have walls erected around his heart, but Joey Lynch’s walls were built from the blueprints of the Great Wall of China. Regardless, he seemed to have a strange camaraderie with our angsty friend. They probably bonded over their mutual hatred of all things human.
