“Yes.” I beamed at him. “And I would love to do it in the tree house with you, Gerard Gibson, if you would like to accept my offer?” “You know what, Claire Biggs.” He sat straight up. “I think I would like that.” “Okay then,” I replied, holding my hand out. “We’ll have sex in the tree house.” “Okay,” Gerard agreed, shaking my hand. “Let’s go do that.”
