Randy gave him a half-nod and took a sip of his wine.
“And I don’t mind giving you a hand when you need it, or you coming over to the garage, or whatever. You know what I mean?”
Randy didn’t. Not really. But he nodded, and even managed not to correct Vaughn’s usage of the word ‘garage’ for ‘barn’.
“Thanks again for those cookies, by the way.”
“You’re welcome.” Randy offered him a smile. “I’ll be sure to send some of the Valentine ones your way when we get to them.”
Vaughn lifted a hand, palm out, as if to stop the conversation there. “But…”
Randy closed his eyes to hide another eye roll. Of course. There was always a but.
“I think it would be best if you kept some distance for a while. For Lyle’s sake.”
“For Lyle’s sake,” Randy repeated around a slow nod. “Because?”
Vaughn cleared
