Though Vaughn’s voice had been low and quiet, Randy felt the words ring through his entire body. They made him want to sing, or dance, or throw a goddamned party, f****d up knee or not. “That doesn’t sound like a bad thing to me,” he said, trying unsuccessfully to kill his growing smile. “I know you think it should, but it doesn’t. I’m sorry.”
“Me too.” Vaughn looked up and caught his gaze. “So maybe I’ll just say that I’m going to call you. Instead of throwing a fit about how we can’t do this. What do you think about that?”
Randy lost his battle over expression control. There was no question in his mind that the grin on his face was so wide and goofy that it looked ridiculous. “I like it quite fine.”
Vaughn nodded and turned away. “Stay safe. Call me if you have any trouble. I’ll take
