Before his hunger forced him to tear into the noodles, his cell buzzed. He checked the number and then accepted the call, using his pinky to put the call on speaker so he could start eating as soon as possible.
“Hey, Dad! Thanks for calling me back.”
He heard his father laugh. “How are you? Your message sounded kinda garbled but it sounded like you wanted to, or are planning to see me in New York tomorrow or the next day?”
RJ ditched the chopsticks the restaurant packed and dug out a fork, swallowed noodles and hurried to talk. “I wanted to go up there and talk to you about the trust. And have the lawyer do whatever has to take for it to pass to me.”
He heard his dad clear his throat. “Thought that’s why you called.”
“I’m turning thirty-five and I don’t want to wait a day more than I have to.”
“What’s the rush? You’ve got a job and everything. It might be better to wait a little until you really have to.”