Vaughn’s neck twisted so quickly that Randy was sure he was going to hear something pop. It was the surprise on Vaughn’s face that had Randy grinning, though. Was that a blush?
Once rewarded, Randy couldn’t stop himself from going for gold. “Let me guess, I suppose you’re going to offer to top it up with some ‘special fluid’, too?”
With cheeks bright, head constantly shaking, and an almost incoherent mumble, Vaughn pulled away from the engine and bee-lined it to his own truck. The only lucid words Randy could identify were “garage” and “needing to check.” It took Vaughn all of four seconds to get in his vehicle and rumble out of the driveway.
Randy nodded, oddly proud at the forced retreat. In the matter of two sentences, he’d managed to reduce Vaughn from a cranky old man to an abashed
