"I have no idea. You have the mojo. Who the hell knows what she's doing." Clyde continued to rub her shoulder, having turned away from the phone to whisper to his...what was Becca to him? He'd think about that later; right now, he wanted to know what to do about the idiot.
He leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss to Becca's temple, his hand moving to lightly pet at her hair. "How ya feelin', babe?" He hadn't calmed down, but the accent had returned.