“This is probably going to sound like I’m directing this at you, so I want to say right off the bat that I think you’re a decent guy—”
Vaughn lifted his eyes and cast a quick glance at Randy in what Randy took as a check to see how Randy was going to take the disclaimer, but Randy didn’t give him the benefit of a reaction. He wasa decent guy, damn it. Good for Vaughn to finally admit it.
“The little ones really like you and that says a lot for what kind of person you are. It does in my books, anyway.”
Randy gave him a half-nod and took a sip of his wine.
“And I don’t mind giving you a hand when you need it, or you coming over to the garage, or whatever. You know what I mean?”
Randy didn’t. Not really. But he nodded, and even managed not to correct Vaughn’s usage of the word ‘garage’ for ‘barn’.
“Thanks again for those cookies, by the way.”
“You’re welcome.” Randy offered him a smile. “I’ll be sure to send some of the Valentine ones your way when we get to them.”