Having unloaded the van with Calvin’s assistance—something Calvin did to prove to Brock he was no longer the weak nerd he used to be—the two sat at the kitchen table drinking tall glasses of ice tea.
“So, what are you going to tackle first?” Calvin asked, draining his glass and getting up for a refill.
“The seat for the john. Can’t have you not having a place to sit your ass.”
“Why, thank you, kind sir,” Calvin attempted to flutter his eyelashes. He didn’t bother pointing out that he could always use the guest bathroom in a pinch. “Glad you noticed my ass.” Calvin twisted round to try and look at it himself. “Some people think it’s my best feature.”
Brock snorted. He stood and handed his empty glass to Calvin.
“You disagree?” Calvin affected a wounded tone. “So, Mr. Cooper, what do y
