Lyle, who’d been standing with his back against the counter, seemingly guarding the kitchen sink, snorted so hard he had to put a hand over his face to catch the beer he’d been drinking as it exited stage nostril. “Sorry,” he laughed, holding up a hand to ward off Vaughn’s disapproving glare. “Caught me by surprise is all.” The moment Vaughn turned away, however, Lyle lifted his can to Gavin in a silent salute.
Randy sat back in his chair. “Laugh all you want, Lyle. I won’t hold it against you. I’m not here to try and make anyone think I’m King s**t. I was terrified. And I still get terrified. What’s going on here is terrifying.”
Randy held Matthew’s gaze. Waiting, perhaps, for Matthew to agree? That was something Matthew couldn’t do. He’d been instantly entranced. Interested. Glamoured,
