![]() ![]() It’s where they’d lived most of their lives. “Rock solid.” Trevor grinned at his brother, who laughed. It was a you’re not having the urge to drink, right? question. It wasn’t a how you doing today, kind of question. ![]() It was a simple enough question, and Trevor knew that he only asked because he cared, but it still grated on his nerves. “How you doing, big brother?” Blake asked him. Trevor scratched the side of his head, where it was buzzed shorter than the couple inches it was on the top. Still, today, Trevor and Blake’s hair each behaved much in the same way as Trevor and Blake themselves, in that Blake behaved.and Trevor didn’t. They wore hard hats most of the time, their hair either wet with sweat or the water they poured over themselves to keep cool. Plus, they worked construction for God’s sake. It wasn’t as if his fingers didn’t run through it a million times a day. His dark brown hair lay flat on his head, reminding Trevor that he hadn’t combed his own this morning. Trevor Dixon looked across the desk at his younger-by-six-minutes brother. ![]()
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