“Just be happy the Kinetoscope didn’t come with a stag film,” I stated.
“Why’s that?” Calvin put a hand on the back of my seat and looked behind him as he worked his magic.
“It might have required a trip to the Museum of Sex instead.”
“Gotta love New York,” he murmured before putting the car in Park and turning off the engine.
I climbed out of the passenger seat and looked at the storefront. The gate was down and the interior lights appeared off.
All was seemingly well.
Calvin stepped between the bumpers, came onto the sidewalk, and opened the back door to let Dillon out. He handed me the leash, leaned against the car, and crossed his arms. God, he looked so cool without even trying.
“Max is on his way?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“You told him what happened?”
“Uh-huh.”
Calvin retrieved a near-empty tin of mints from his coat pocket and popped a few into his mouth.
“Hey. What do you want for your birthday?”
Calvin crunched down on the cinnamon treats. He shook his head. “Nothing.”
“Come on. It’stomorrow, and I’m a terrible present-picker-outer.”
He crossed his arms again. “I don’t need a gift.”
“Needwasn’t part of the question.”
“I already have everything I could possibly want,” he corrected.
I scoffed. “Aren’t you romantic.”
Calvin smiled.
“If you end up with a watch, it’s your fault I panicked and bought something generic,” I continued.
Calvin raised his arm and pulled the sleeve back to show me his nicer-than-I-probably-would-have-picked-out-anyway watch. “I already have one.”
“Coffee mug.”
“We just bought that new set.”
“Shaving kit.”
“I’ve been shaving for nearly thirty years. Safe to assume I’ve already got the necessary grooming products.”
“How about a tie?”
Calvin glanced down at the one he was wearing.
“You’re killing me,” I stated.
“Boss!”
