“But Grantley’s is closed today,” Calvin said when Brock pulled into the parking lot of the general store and drove around back.
“I know.” Brock shut off the engine and turned to him. Grinning, he said, “And Junior was right, we do have half a bag of charcoal left.”
“Huh?”
Brock reached over the console and pulled Calvin in for a long kiss.
A couple of minutes later, their lips barely touching, Brock said, “Thought you needed a bit of TLC.”
“Rather have some TCL.”
“Uh?”
“Tender cowboy lovin’.”
Brock smiled and kissed him again.
They decided to get out of the car and take a walk. Brock led him to a tumbledown fence and helped him step over it. Then he heard the sound of trickling water. Calvin had forgotten about the creek that ran behind the store.
“Damn bugs!” Brock slapp
