Randy could almost see the thoughts being weighed in Lyle’s mind. Don’t do it, Randy thought so hard his head started to pound all over again. Whatever you’re thinking, just don’t. He told himself he wasn’t concerned for Lyle’s safety. Vaughn wouldn’t hurt his son. Not really. Not anything more than a tumble. Certainly not over something as insignificant as a kiss. He wouldn’t. Would he?
“Because you better be very, very sure,” Vaughn continued, “before you take that next step.”
Lyle’s arms began to shake, his fists clenched so hard that his knuckles were white, but anxiety was starting to cloud the rage in his expression.
Vaughn nodded. “I thought so. Go home.”
For another long moment the command went unanswered, but the air between them changed—the charge that had snapped like an unh
