Vaughn flicked his eyes back to the woodstove and took a sip from his glass. “Sounds about right.”
Randy fought to hold back the ‘Are you kidding me?’ that threatened to fall off his tongue. That’s what Vaughn wanted. For whatever reason, Vaughn wanted Randy to dislike him. He wanted Randy to get mad and leave.
Not this time. Randy reached out and touched Vaughn’s shoulder, startling Vaughn into a jerk that caused liquor to tumble over the lip of his glass. When Vaughn sent Randy a withering look in retribution, Randy simply held Vaughn’s gaze and smiled. “Just tell me this one thing and I’ll leave you alone if you want. Scout’s honor.” He held up two fingers in what he hoped was a semblance of the sign. “What did I do? Why do you hate me so much?”
Vaughn took another sip and drew a bre
