“What exactly is it that you think I represent?” Randy took a tiny sip, breathing in the scent more than actually tasting the liquor. “What do you think I’m doing here? It’s because I’m gay, isn’t it?”
The sharp breath that Vaughn took was confusing. “No. No, definitely not. That ain’t got a thing to do with nothing.” Vaughn took another drink, lowered his voice, and stared at the flames. “And sorry about the smart-ass wife comment. It was out of line.”
Randy shrugged and attempted another taste of the whiskey. “What is it, then?”
“You gonna storm out of here in a snit and get lost in the forest if I tell you?” Vaughn swirled the drink in his tumbler, watching it slide around the glass. “‘Cuz I don’t want have to—”