Within moments of them stepping out onto the stoop, a white stretch limousine silently glided to a halt in front of them, Brock wondering why such a fancy car was stopping outside their building. Then he spotted Maggie regally waving at them through the window like she was Queen Elizabeth.
“What the—?” Brock asked.
“Only the best for my cowboy,” Calvin said, gently urging him to step off the stoop.
Calvin often spoiled Brock, and Brock knew he didn’t deserve it, but this…was a whole other level of spoiling. “It’s too much. You—”
Calvin touched Brock’s cheek. “I love you.”
Brock swallowed. “Love you, too.” The limo’s huge trunk popped open. Feeling awkward and uncomfortable and not quite knowing why, Brock opted to busy himself by loading up their luggage. Before the driver could step
