Though he didn’t hear Vaughn move to follow him, Randy had no intention of standing in the hallway. Which gave Vaughn a choice—stand there and talk to himself or come into the kitchen. And just in case Vaughn didn’t quite catch the choices he was being offered, Randy turned his head and spoke over his shoulders. “Don’t forget to take off your shoes.”
As he topped up his glass and filled another, Randy listened for Vaughn’s approach. When he turned to the table, both glasses in hand, and saw Vaughn already standing beside it, he jumped. Wine splashed out of both glasses, and Randy glared. “Jesus, Vaughn!” He set the glasses down and returned to the counter for a dish cloth. “How the hell do you do that?”
Vaughn didn’t answer the question. Instead, he stood in place and lowered his eyes. “
