“I am so rusty, I just can’t get this swing right,” Reginald muttered.“It’s in your hips, Sir.”Reginald and Arnold turn around.“Your houseboy seems to think he’s a better golfer than you,” Arnold said, looking amused.Reginald folded his arms. “My hips?”“Yes Sir. I know your hips well,” Will said. He was trying not to smile.Arnold snickered.“I…