Chapter 10
Everything in Calvin’s living room looked neat, clean, and expensive. Brock thought the furniture was Mission, although he wasn’t enough of an expert to say for certain. The clean lines felt pleasing and masculine.
Sinking into the cushions on the oxblood leather sofa, Brock sighed. They were here in New York. The plane ride had been…great. Calvin’s insistence on traveling business class had meant more legroom, which Brock had appreciated, as there had been a delay before the plane took off.
Brock had been able to tell—despite his son’s attempts to appear cool and mature—Junior had been excited during the flight, asking Calvin endless questions, wanting to know what everything was and how it worked. Calvin and the cabin crew had indulged him.
Brock smiled at how well Calvin
