Behind Randy, Isaac’s expression mirrored Randy’s. Belying Isaac’s usual remarks regarding his maturity, his legs swung in the seat and he had a strong case of ‘ants in the pants,’ as their mother used to say. When Isaac saw that he’d secured his brother’s attention, he gleefully pointed out the window.
Whether they were going by too quickly or Lyle had waited too long to respond, the only thing Lyle caught on the sign were the two big words at the middle of it. “Wolf Trap.”
“What in the ever-loving hell—” Lyle began, and was immediately cut off by Isaac’s laugh. Hannah cupped a hand over her mouth, Randy chuckled, and Vaughn rolled his eyes.
“Sounds like a good place for Lyle to stay away from,” Hannah teased.
Lyle gave his dad an annoyed, questioning glance that he sincerely hoped was giving off a ‘Are you really going to let them do that?’ message.
The only reprimand Vaughn passed back was, “Settle down. Mr. Connor is trying to drive.”