Chapter 47

He reached down to grab the handles of the wheelbarrow and two hot tears ran down his nose. “No!” he hissed. “Fuck you!” He scrubbed at his nose with the cotton gloves until his skin began to burn, but he didn’t care. There would be no tears allowed on his face. Vaughn was just a neighbor that he happened to hook up with, and a fucked-up one at that. It was a good thing there wasn’t going to be anything beyond the previous night’s fun. The last thing he needed was somebody else who was going to mess around with his emotions.

He butted the wheelbarrow up against the stairs of the deck and began to toss the logs on to it. Fucking O’Connell men and their fucking head games—somebody ought to tell them they weren’t as important as they thought they were. There’d been better men before Vaughn. Hell, his ex had been ten times better-looking than Vaughn could ever hope to be. Most of the men Randy had known even before Avery had been ten times better-looking than Vaughn.