Calvin, the bastard, had bested him again. But no way was Brock going to miss out on some loving, especially as he wouldn’t be getting any that night.
* * * *
Brock had wanted to pick Mary Ann up from the airport by himself. Calvin had understood and just given him a big hug, several kisses, and extracted a promise to drive safely. This was pretty much their usual routine just before Brock left for work each day. The ritual was comforting, especially on such an un-typical day.
Thankfully Mary Ann’s plane was on time and her small suitcase was one of the first off the baggage carrousel. This was a good thing, because after asking and being told about how her husband and kids were doing—the former was staying home in California looking after the latter—Brock didn’t know what else they cou
