“She’s already been helping me,” Clyde says with a wince. “I don’t trust anyone else.” I chuckle now because I’m going to give Clyde a goddamn Oscar later. He knows exactly what he’s doing. But I quickly swallow my amusement when Bash’s head snaps in my direction. Clyde isn’t the least bit put off, though. He carries on unperturbed. “Just because you gave me a kidney doesn’t mean that you’re the boss of me now.” “Thank god,” Bash grumbles. “That’s a terrifying fucking prospect.”
