Chapter 3

“I hate this,” Randy shook his head and lowered his gaze. “I hate when you do this. You force me to say the same shit over and over again and then when I do, you make it seem like I’ve stabbed you in the chest.” Randy lifted his hand as if to touch that chest, and something deep inside Lyle’s guts fluttered into life.

“Tell me the two of you aren’t arguing.”

Lyle jumped, Randy dropped his hand, and they both turned toward the voice. Vaughn stood in front of the row of chairs, balancing a tray of fountain drinks in one hand, and gripping what appeared to be a new novel in the other. He frowned at Lyle, looking ready to take down mountain lions with his bare hands. “Seriously,” Vaughn growled, “I cannot even begin to put to words how badly I would manage any bullshit from the two of you right now.”

He words made it seem as if he was speaking to both of them, but his eyes never left Lyle’s face.