“Gwen. Clyde argues with me enough as it is. Can you just…not?” I swallow at that. Everything about Bash right now screams exhaustion, and guilt nips at me for interrupting his quiet moment. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you.” His head rolls along the back of the chair and his dark eyes land on me. I try not to squirm under the intensity of his stare. “You don’t bother me, Gwen.” I give him my best disbelieving look. I don’t want to argue, but I also don’t buy it. He just sighs, turning to stare back at the water. “Not in the way you think.”
