Vaughn nodded. “You check the gas levels before you started it up?”
“I…” A flush of heat began to crawl up Randy’s neck. “I think so? Yeah, I’m sure I did.”
The look Vaughn gave him told him that Vaughn knew it was a bald-faced lie and Randy didn’t dare to argue the point. It hadn’t even crossed his mind to check.
“You stay,” Vaughn said. “I’ll get it.” He stopped at the front door, his boots already in hand. “You do have gas out there, right?”
“Yes!” There was more wounded pride in Randy’s reply than he meant there to be. But seriously, just because he walked off his front porch and face-planted on his own walkway in a few feet of snow, just because he forgot to check the gas in the generator before turning it on and assumed it would run forever, well, that didn’t make him stupid, did
