Butting Gibsie out of the way with my hip, I grabbed the door handle a second before him and grinned in victory. Call it silly, but I wanted to be the one to open the door when Hugh came to my house. I wanted to be the first person to see his face. In fact, I wanted to see his face all the time. Every day. When I yanked the door open and was greeted by the Biggs family, I had to force myself to not throw myself at Hugh. I wanted to. So bad.
