Lyle lifted both arms in a shrug. He looked overtly pleasant and calm. “Better now that I’m back here?” It was more of a question that a statement, as if he was asking Randy’s permission to state it. Before Randy had a chance to say anything, however, Lyle’s face fell into a frown and he stepped forward. “You look like you’re freezing to death.”
And wow…For a second Randy was dumbstruck. Damn, but that boy could look like his father in the proper lighting. Especially with the right mood on his face. Images began to flip through Randy’s mind—the scowl of concentration on Vaughn’s face when he was focusing on pleasure, the way an angry expression softened into a sweeter one, the way the space between Vaughn’s eyes furrowed when he growled in frustration.
Butterflies lifted in Randy’s stoma
