For that moment though, dark and quiet were more than enough.
“Vaughn?”
Vaughn laid his head back and closed his eyes. “Hm?”
“You think it would be all right if I borrowed them tomorrow to help me finish the cookies?”
“Who?”
“The kids. I promised them they could decorate, and we didn’t get the chance. I thought maybe if I asked you first this time…”
Vaughn turned his head and when Randy caught his eyes, Randy could have melted into them right then and there. Such an awesome color: brown, yet not. Gold, yet not. They were more like the dark topaz that Randy had once had in a ring—the kind of eyes that made Randy think that if he wasn’t careful, he just might fall into them and get lost forever. And for just a moment, he did. Then in the shape of Vaughn’s lips. And the cut of Vaughn’s jaw. But the second that Randy found Vaughn’s gaze again, Vaughn turned away, and it was gone.