Clyde took a deep breath, slow, steady. The mechanic wasn't going to kill Jack, even if ridding the world of him was a good idea. No, he was going to find a very dark place and leave the asshole there. The usually warm eyes were cold, and the name.
"I see." Clyde wasn't jealous; he was a little disappointed, but he wasn't jealous. It wasn't like Clyde had any ties to Rebecca stronger than friendship, and he couldn't even know that the Rebecca he was thinking of was the same as Matilda's.