Chapter 20

As quickly as the cute had dawned, threatening replaced it, and Vaughn’s voice hardened. “You know what I mean, Mr. Connor. Like when you’re watching my little ones come and go.”

Randy’s blush fell immediately, leaving in its place the sinking feeling of blood rushing down to his feet. It was bad enough that Vaughn thought he was a total moron…but, God…that he was some kind of creep…some kind of pervert? It was no wonder the man hated him. Vaughn had probably been searching child protection databases ever since Randy had moved in. Randy’s legs suddenly felt numb. He flicked a dry tongue over suddenly parched lips.

“Surely you don’t mean to suggest…”

“Nope.” Vaughn said simply. “I’m not. I’m just making sure we under—”

“Right,” Randy sighed. “Understand each other. Yeah, I gotcha.”

“Good.”