Chapter 9
“Mom, could I have your recipe for peach cobbler?”
“Hello, Calvin, and a happy Fourth of July to you, too.”
“Sorry.”
Calvin leaned back against the kitchen counter. He’d just returned from spending the night at Brock’s and had been invited to come back that afternoon. Brock would be grilling a few burgers and hotdogs, and Calvin—remembering the peach cobblers his mom used to make—had offered to bring dessert.
“That’s okay. How are you? Doing anything special for the Fourth? I guess you must be if you’re asking for recipes.”
“Yeah.” Calvin couldn’t help his grin. “I am.” He felt the grin morph into a wide smile.
He and Brock had gotten in some good lovin’ that morning. Before yesterday Calvin had been in love with Brock, now…he was totally, head-over-heels, heart-skippingly
