"Read all the books," Billy admitted with a grin. There hadn't been a lot to do between physio sessions.
Billy pushed the handle that was apparently the gas, as the car revved onto the freeway and they joined the other million people inching northbound. "Harrison William Gregory," he recited, easily. "Friends call me Billy. Easier to say."
He turned to glance at the phone then looked back at the road with a slight grimace of distaste. "You gotta use the full one, huh? My manager isn't going to like hearing I was on a lot, to be honest. It looks like I'm on the market." Vince didn't need to worry--Billy didn't expect him to know who he was, or South Portal, either. A lot of people did, but a lot of people didn't, too.