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“Really?” He touched his head self-consciously. “Because I weighed like twelve pounds when I was born, and my mam’s always bitching to her friends about how I wrecked her with my big head.”
“It’s a perfectly normal head, Gibs,” Johnny coaxed. “Very circular.”
“Not too big?”
“You grew into it,” he assured him. “Fits you fine now.”
Unable to stop myself, I snickered at the sight of Johnny comforting Gibsie.
“You laughing at my misfortune again, little Shannon?” Gibsie shot back with a wolfish smile. “Go ahead and get it out of your system.”
I shrugged helplessly, still grinning.
He was just so unusual and entertaining.
“Now, back to business,” Gibsie continued, leaning back in his chair. “What do you want to see tonight?”
Claire frowned. “Tonight?”
“We’re going to the cinema,” he stated with a devilish grin.
“Who’s we?” Johnny bit out, tensing beside me.
Gibsie circled his finger around the four of us.
My mouth fell open. “Huh?”
“She-wolf can come, too,” he said to Claire. “If you promise to put a muzzle on her.”
“Gibs,” Johnny said in a warning tone, shaking his head.
“Come on, lad,” Gibsie countered. “You can miss a session for one night. I need a dessy driver until I’m comfortable driving alone.” Turning to look at me, he said, “What do you say, little Shannon?”
I looked to Claire, who was staring back at me with mirrored confusion, and then to Johnny, who looked like he was in some sort of physical pain, before settling on Gibsie.
Say yes, Shannon. Go with them.
You want to. You really, really want to.
But he’ll kill you. You’re a dead girl walking if he finds out.
I shook my head and croaked out, “I can’t.”
“You can’t?” Gibsie frowned. “Why not?”
“Because I–I don’t… It’s—” Shaking my head, I exhaled a ragged breath. “I’m not—”
“She can’t go, Gibs,” Johnny thankfully interjected. “Drop it.”
“But—”
“Let it go!”
The bell rang then, signaling the end of lunch, and Johnny shot to his feet.
“Come on, asshole,” he growled, glaring at Gibsie. “We have things to sort out.”
“I’ll swing by your place around seven?” Gibsie asked Claire. “Does that suit you?”
