“Bagels?”
“With lox and cream cheese,” Calvin added.
Brock couldn’t have put more disdain into the stare he was giving to the object on his plate if he’d tried, and he was trying! Was the fishy stuff actually cooked?
“Were you expecting grits, biscuits and red-eyed gravy? This is New York.”
Junior snickered.
“And that’s enough from the peanut gallery,” Brock grumped. “It’s just, come on. A man can’t live on bagels, cream cheese and raw fish. It’s just not…not—”
“The cowboy way?” Calvin offered.
“Exactly.”
Junior snickered again. Brock shot him a look, which resulted in the snickering turning into outright laughter.
For the past few days Calvin had either made them breakfast here in the apartment or they’d gone out to eat. And then, before that—back in Texas—Calvin had usually co
