Releasing 10 (Boys of Tommen, #6)

by Chloe Walsh

“Yeah, well, I’ll take dog shit any day over Carlton bleeding Banks,” Kav grumbled before he proceeded to physically wrestle the blazer off our friend. “No best friend of mine is walking around with a target on his back.” “You just called me your best friend.” “No, I didn’t.” “Yeah, you did.” “No, I bleeding didn’t.” “Yes, you did!” “Yes, you did, Jonathan, admit it.” “It was a minor slip of the tongue, Gerard. Don’t read into it.” “Say it.” “No.” “Say it or I’m putting the blazer back on,” Gibs warned, snatching the blazer back. Kav narrowed his eyes in challenge. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Oh no,” Gibs said loud enough to draw attention to us as he made an exhibition of feeding his arm through one of the sleeves. “If only I had a best friend to show me the way.” “Fine—fine!” Kav snapped, snatching the blazer back. “You’re my best friend,” he grumbled, balling the fabric up and stuffing it into his bag. “Are ya happy now?” “Ecstatic!” Gibsie exclaimed, and I swear if he had a tail in this moment, it would have been wagging. He turned back to us and grinned. “Johnny called me his best friend.” “He sure did, Gibs,” Feely and I laughed in unison, thoroughly amused by the horrified expression on Cap’s face. “He must love ya, lad.” “Yeah, well, it’s a coercive relationship status at best,” Kav grumbled, closing his bag and tossing it over his shoulder. “And loosen that tie, will ya?” he added, giving his best friend a final once-over. “You’re heading into a classroom, Gibs, not a c...