Keeping 13: Boys of Tommen #2

"No worries, Little Shannon. I've got him." Catching ahold of Joey's shoulders, Gibsie dragged him clean off the ground in one clean sweep. "Now it's your turn not to puke in my car," he told Joey as he carted him over to his car and deposited him in the back seat.

"He's her Johnny," Claire blurted out.
"Nice," Gibsie chuckled, tucking her under his arm. "And since we're making introductions, she's my Claire-Bear and I'm his Flanker."

Gibsie grinned and pressed the phone to his ear. "Only if I get caught – hey, how's it going, babe? I need you to be outside in five – yeah, five minutes. Why? Because I'm picking you up, that's why. Yeah, don't waste time asking questions. Just put your coat on and meet me at the bottom of your driveway. It's cold outside so wear the red one." He grinned, clearly getting a mouthful down the line before saying, "I know you're at home because I saw you watching me from my bedroom window earlier – yeah, I know you stalk me, too. Yeah, you hate me. I know. I've heard it all before, babe. I love you, too."