“That will be the pot calling the kettle, then considering he still rendezvous with someone you can’t stand either,” Holland shrugged lightly and calmly climbed into the back of the tub, making himself comfortable and wetting down the cloth.

He paused, though and shook his head, “I have neither good nor ill will against your brother. But I will call a hypocrite out if I must.”

Kell could be angry if he wanted to. Holland would get over it.