For all those who wanted more Calvin and Brock.
Walking up the steps of the 14th Street subway station, Brock shivered. New York City in February was f*****g freezing, especially if all you were wearing was an open-necked shirt over a wife-beater.
“Note to self,” he mumbled. “Next time you get any romantic bright ideas, check the fuckin’ weather forecast first.”
Emerging onto 7th Avenue, he headed for the bodega, but he’d barely gone a couple of steps before a guy in a leather jacket smiled at him and gave him a slow once over. This was the fourth or fifth person who’d checked him out since he’d put on the shirt. Brock hoped Calvin’s reaction would be just as positive.
He knew it was dumb, but he wanted to recreate the scene seven months earlier when he’d first run into Calvin. But th
