“Any of you guys want a can of soda?” Mr. Brockwell asked, coming into the kitchen.
“No, thanks, Dad,” JJ said.
Milton and Steve, who were sitting either side of JJ at the kitchen table, shook their heads. Despite Steve’s assurances, Milton still had reservations about JJ and his motives in trying to get him and Steve together.
However, Milton’s thoughts were derailed when Mr. Brockwell bent at the waist to retrieve a can from the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. For an older guy, JJ’s dad was pretty hot. His abs were barely contained in an old Texas Rangers T-shirt, the arms of which had been ripped away, showing off the guy’s huge biceps. And if that wasn’t enough, Mr. Brockwell’s ass looked totally edible in his faded-blue cutoff sweats.
A quiet noise had Milton momentarily glanc
