Instead Mal stood in the hallway. He lifted one hand in a mock wave. “Better today?”
Colt reached through the door and pulled Mal into the room. “Tell me what you think.” “Uh, sure.” Once Mal was inside, Colt shoved the door closed. He ran one hand through his hair, squared his shoulders, and held out one hand. “William, so nice to meet you. Colton Hale, representative for Kensington’s Distillery and Still House,” Colt said. “I thought my full name, Colton, sounded more professional.” “I like it!” Mal’s face split into a wide grin. “William Carry or William Rini?” “Does it matter?” “Nope. I’m impressed,” Mal said. They stood there for a few seconds, hands still clasped before Colt let go and stepped away. “I spent yesterday talking to myself in the mirror and learning about those people in the files. I used the recorder on my phone to fact-check myself.” Mal raised his eyebrows. “You did all that in a day?” “Yeah. I’m thinking I shouldn’t have. That’s how I ended up with a splitting headache and my nightmare about being beaten up.” Comments are closed.
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