JJ straightened the collar of Brock’s shirt and smoothed down the vest. “You’re beautiful.”
“What?”
JJ then shocked Brock even more by kissing him on the cheek. “If I didn’t have Maggie and wasn’t straight, I’d—”
“Knock it off.” Brock stepped back and wiped his cheek.
“Calvin’s a lucky guy to get you,” JJ added, tightening Brock’s bolo tie.
“I’m the lucky one.” To change the subject, Brock asked, “The rings?”
JJ rolled his eyes. “The same place they were when you asked me ten minutes ago, and ten minutes before that.”
“Sorry.” Brock wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. It wasn’t overly warm in the room, so why were his hands sweaty?
JJ pulled the ring box out of his shirt pocket and showed Brock its contents.
Brock nodded. The rings were the only thing Calvin had left him in charg
