He scrubs a hand over his wiry, gray stubble. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just that I’m invested. I worked really hard to get you both under one roof.” My head snaps in his direction. “You what?” I suspected something at the hospital—but hearing him so bluntly confirm it still shocks me. “Don’t act so surprised. I love that big doofus like he’s my own, and to be frank, you’re feeling an awful lot like my second doofus.” My heart swells. I never thought being referred to as one of Clyde’s doofuses would be so heartwarming.
