“Uh, no, just as long as you keep your hands to yourself,” Brock huffed.
“You’re pretty high on yourself, aren’t you?”
Brock didn’t answer. He didn’t need to as they had arrived at the house, and Calvin was shutting off the engine.
Getting out of the car, Brock stumbled, but again Calvin was there to steady him. Brock took a few seconds longer than was strictly necessary to hold on.
“You’re a mess. I hope that stain will come out of your shirt.
“Yeah, me too.” It had cost him a couple hundred bucks at a fancy store in Austin. Given his current financial situation there was no way he’d be able to replace it. “Goodnight, KITT.” Brock waved at the car just before Calvin closed the door to the house.
“Ass.”
“See, I knew you liked my ass.”
“Oh, brother. Come on. Let’s get you out of tha
