“I’m not.” Vaughn shook his head, be it in thought or commenting on his own reply, and then lowered his voice. “Tell me something, Shield Wolf. What is that you really think of me? Why are you still hanging around? Why me?” He flicked Randy a quick look and then turned back to frown at the windshield. “You know, with the s*x and the kissing and stuff. With you talking to the kids and being a pain in the ass until I let you hang around. Is it just because we’re neighbors? Or the fact that you don’t know anybody else?”
Randy shrugged. “I like you.”
“Yeah, but why?”
Once again Vaughn looked over, and whether it was the expression on Randy’s face, or his own realization that he needed to be concentrating on the still-slick roads and wasn’t, Vaughn drew the pickup to the side of the road and
