All the fight went out of Randy’s body—everything from expression to posture. “Have we not been through this enough? It’s been almost three goddamn years. How many times am I going to have to tell you that I’m not interested in you like that? For one thing, you’re way too young—”
Lyle swung in his seat so fast that he almost knocked himself out of it. “I’m not eighteen anymore, Randy. I’m twenty-one. So give it up with the age bull—”
“And I am in love with Vaughn.”
Randy said it the exact same way he always said it. Firm voice, pointed stare, and set jaw. It was an obvious truth, and yet it didn’t matter how many times Lyle heard it, the words burned.
“I hate this,” Randy shook his head and lowered his gaze. “I hate when you do this. You force me to say the same s**t over and over agai
