“It’s like minus ten in here.” Lyle shrugged. “I thought it would warm up the bedroom. I was having a hell of a time getting to sleep.” He leaned against the wall and eyed his father. “I’m usually a lot more tired by the time I get to bed.”
A mix of anger and panic began to first bubble and then rumble through Lyle’s guts as Vaughn surveyed the room. There was no doubt in Lyle’s mind that there was nothing to see; of that he had been extremely diligent. It didn’t take long to learn the things a person had to hide when they were being forced to be sneaky. Still…his father was no pushover. Vaughn had the eyes of a hawk and the senses of a shaman.
Vaughn’s expression lightened; his brow released the frown and a noticeable weight fell off his shoulders. “Okay. Good. I’m sorry. It’s just…”
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