“I hope I’m not about to make a big-ass fool of myself,” Brock said to the otherwise empty elevator as it took him up to their floor. Would giving Calvin flowers make it look as though Brock thought of him as a woman? Brock’s hand reached for the button; he’d stop the car, go back to the store and get something else.
Just before his finger made contact with the button he changed his mind again. “Cowboy up.” He loved Calvin and this was his way of showing him just how much.
Brock checked his appearance in the mirrored walls. Maybe there was another line or two around his eyes. He frowned, which increased the depth of his wrinkles.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open.
“Now or never,” he muttered.
The hallway was empty, which gave Brock a little more courage to do what he had p
