“He wouldn’t do that!”
“Wouldn’t he, Richard?”
“No!” Richard took a deep breath before going to stare out the window. Turning to look at her, he said, “He’s not like that.”
“Isn’t he?” the man seated next to her replied. “I believe I’m a better judge of what he’s like than you. After all, he ismy brother. I grew up with him. He’s been nothing but an, excuse the expression, a pain in the ass since he was old enough to walk and talk.”
“Now, now, Trenton,” the woman said, patting his arm. “He does have his good points.”
“Name one, Celeste,” Trenton growled.
She smirked. “He dresses well.”
Trenton rolled his eyes. “That’s about it.”