“Well, it’s been great catching up. I’ll certainly get back to you once Brock here has finished renovating the place,” Calvin said.
“Look forward to it.” Derek stood, shook hands with Calvin then Brock before leaving.
“What did he want?” Brock asked, staring daggers into Derek’s retreating back.
“A f**k under the bleachers.”
Brock’s gaze shot back to Calvin.
“But I told him, ‘No thanks, I’ve already got a beautiful cowboy who’ll do that.’”
Brock harrumphed, took a look around, but the bleachers were pretty empty and no one was close. “I want to try something.”
“Oh?” Maybe Brock really was gonna take him under the bleachers. The thought had Calvin plumping up.
As they made for the exit, Brock said, “Junior’s gone home with a school friend, hope it’ll be okay to go pick him up later.
