“First, don’t expect me to start to dress like you,” Barnaby told his brother a short time later.
His brother had chosen a hoity-toity steakhouse for dinner. Since Barnaby had been a vegetarian for years and he was pretty sure his brother knew that, he was not amused.
He glared at the menu. Barnaby was very close to telling Calvin he was an asshole. Wouldn’t be the first time. Though they had been close as kids, now they were hardly the closest of brothers. Calvin was always busy and the last time he’d seen his brother was months ago. Calvin had come by the law firm under the pretense of taking him to lunch, but Barnaby suspected it had been to see if Calvin deemed it worthy of him working there. Like he needed his brother’s approval.
“I’m going to have the filet, what about you?” Calvi
