They were both so tired that Lyle was sure they’d drop off to sleep the second their heads touched the pillow. Instead, they lay face-to-face, with their eyes wide and minds racing. At least, Lyle was sure that Rafe was running over things mentally as well. He could see it in Rafe’s eyes, expression, and the tense set of Rafe’s jaw.
“I like him,” Rafe finally said. “I like them all, actually. And please don’t be too upset with Randy for saying what he said. He’s a smart man. We should all be so smart to question like he does.”
Lyle nodded. “I guess so. I mean, he is smart. And I like him too. I used to think I liked him a lot more than I should have, but I guess I didn’t. Or I just have a bad habit of jumping into liking people.” He offered Rafe a smile and flicked a curl off Rafe’s fore
