“Howdy, guys,” Tim said when Brock and Junior entered the reception area of Calvin’s firm. “Cal’s in a meeting, although he shouldn’t be much longer. Y’all want to set a spell and wait?”
Brock nodded. Tim was okay, but his attempts to talk Texan just sounded…strange. Brock looked at Junior, who was biting his lip, trying not to laugh.
“That’s mighty kind o ya.” Brock tipped his hat. Two can play this game, buddy.
Junior coughed, no doubt to disguise his laugh, and from the corner of his eye, Brock saw the woman who sat behind the reception desk stifle a grin.
“Monica, would you get something to drink for Mr. and Mr. Brockwell?” Tim asked the woman.
“Uh, not for me, thanks, ma’am.” Brock took off his Stetson.
“Or me, thank you,” Junior added, also removing his hat.
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