By one o’clock everyone was sitting in front of the TV watching baseball. By ten minutes past one Calvin was bored, but trying to look interested. By a quarter after one he’d pretty much given up and was scanning the room looking for something else to concentrate on. Brock was the obvious choice: socked feet, and bare legs ending in a pair of baggy soccer shorts. Above the waist he wore a blue, red and white Rangers T-shirt.
“But the Rangers aren’t playing are they?” Calvin asked, immediately feeling stupid.
“Nope, they play this evening,” Brock said after taking a swig from a can of soda, his eyes not leaving the screen.
“Right.”
Calvin tried to focus on something else; it didn’t seem right to check Brock out with the man’s son in the same room. Calvin’s eyes met Junior’s.
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