Randy pulled himself up on to one elbow. “Lyle can—”
“No, he can’t,” Vaughn said firmly. He flicked a quick glance at Randy and started to do up his shirt. “I’m sorry. He just can’t. Not right now.”
Randy sat up as Vaughn zipped his jacket. “How about that drink, then?”
“Some other time.”
At least there was regret in Vaughn’s voice. Randy was almost sure of it. “Ah. Okay.”
Vaughn turned away and huffed a long breath. “I promise. Some other time.”
“Yeah, no problem.” Randy laughed a short, hollow laugh. “I’ll be here.”
Vaughn shoved his hand through his hair and turned back to face Randy. “About Lyle—”
Randy nodded. “I heard you. I’ll keep my distance.”
“Thank you.”
He didn’t bother to walk Vaughn out, not that Vaughn really gave him the chance. As the front door clicked shut, Ran
