He turned in the seat and watched Vaughn’s face as he spoke. “Wait a second. Who told you about the wolves?”
The only change in Vaughn’s body language was the swallow that bounced his Adam’s apple. “I’ll send them over with a set of PJs and clothes for the morning. If you don’t got guest beds, they can sleep on the couch or the floor. I’ll feel a lot more comfortable knowing that they’re there.”
“Because two little kids are going to do what? Scare off anything that might come my way?” Randy’s frown deepened. “If you’re that worried about Lyle, maybe you should be there.”
“I can’t.” Vaughn’s jaw tightened more than it already was. “I would if I could. And I never said I was worried about Lyle. I said I didn’t want you moving around.”