“Jesus H. Christ,” Randy growled, tucking both hands under his arms. “It is going to warm up at some point, isn’t it?”
Vaughn passed him a quick glance and a smile. “It’s February. What do you expect?”
“Chubby blond cherubs with chocolates, arrows, and OTP promises,” Randy grumped. He reached for the dash and pushed both palms up against vents that still blew cold air.
Vaughn checked his side mirror and pulled out of the hospital parking lot. “What in the Sam Hell is an OTP?”
Randy’s frown softened into a grin. “Uh, one true pair? I mean, seriously, do you even have an Internet connection?”
“Yes,” Vaughn said, voice firm and eyes on the road. “But I use mine for porn.”
“Ah!” Randy gasped. He put one hand over his mouth and spoke through his fingers. “Sinner!”
They shared a laugh and
