The next evening Brock and Calvin were snuggling on the couch. There was a baseball game on the TV, but neither man was watching it.
Calvin lay with his back against one of the arms, Brock between his legs, reclining against his chest.
For the past ten minutes or so, Calvin had been giving Brock a shoulder massage through his T-shirt. Pausing, Calvin said, “You reacted better than I thought you would to what I said last night.”
This was the first time either of them had raised the subject of forming a construction company since the previous evening.
Brock looked down at the “Someone in New York Loves Me” T-shirt Calvin had bought for him that afternoon. To Brock’s surprise—as well as Calvin’s—Brock had insisted on wearing it home. And no one had said anything or given him a second lo
