CHAPTER 2
“I ordered your shampoos and special hair dyes you asked for, Marg. They should be in by tomorrow.” Calvin said, ringing up her milk and eggs.
“Oh, thank you, Calvin. I really need those supplies. Kathleen is coming in for her monthly treatment, and if I don’t have her hair dye, she’s already said she’s going to start using Clairol.” Margret said with a harrumph.
Calvin patted her hand, “Now, Marg, you and I both know she would never do that. You are the best beautician in Drago.”
Marg gave Calvin a look, saying, “I’m theonlybeautician in Drago.”
Calvin laughed, “And that is why you’re the best.”
“Oh, you tease.” Marg laughed as she left the store.
“Hey, Calvin, did my new grill pans come in yet?” Cameron asked.
Cameron was the owner of the diner in Drago and a good friend of Calvin’s. They had both come to Drago around the same time and became fast friends.
Smiling, Calvin stepped around the counter, “Yes they did. I was going to bring them to you if you didn’t come in this morning.”
Making his way to the storage room, Calvin noticed Cobra stepping out of the D.O.A. house. He found himself unable to move, let alone breathe.
“He is one hell of a good-looking guy isn’t he?” Cameron asked.
“Gods yes.” Calvin murmured as he watched the sexy-as-sin man stop and talk to Boomer.
Cobra had caught Calvin’s eye from the moment he arrived in Drago. The man was sex on a stick. A very, very big stick. Like most of the D.O.A. agents, he stood over seven feet tall. Cobra had no hair on his head, causing Calvin to wonder if he shaved it or if it was a natural thing… and damn did Cobra have the most delicious looking dark skin…I could lick that man like a fudgesicle.
“Damn, Cal. I didn’t know you had it that bad.” Cameron laughed.
Realizing he had just said that out loud, Calvin felt his cheeks heat with embarrassment, and knew that with his fair skin, Cameron knew just how embarrassed he really was. Sighing, Calvin went into his storage room, and grabbed the grill pans, saying, “It doesn’t matter what I feel. I can’t seem to get the man to give me the time of day, let alone anything else.”
“Maybe you should just go talk to him.”
Stepping out of his storage room, Calvin smiled, “Hey, Gordy, how are you doing?”
Gordy was a tiny man who had come to Drago almost a year ago now. It had taken Calvin some time, but he had finally gotten the guy to accept his friendship and the two would often have lunch together. He would never say anything to Cameron, but damn, Gordy could cook.
“I’m good. I made us fried chicken and potato salad for lunch today. I just need to know if you prefer strawberries or watermelon for dessert?” Gordy asked.
Smiling, Calvin replied, “How about if you bring the strawberries, and I just got some angel food cake in so I can grab one of those with some whipped topping, and we can have strawberry shortcake?”
“That sounds great. I love strawberry shortcake.” Gordy quickly replied.
Gordy always seemed nervous and excitable, but he was a Yorkie shifter after all so they tended to be a bit on the hyper side. However, he was also sweet and fun to be around. “Then we have a plan.”
“What about the plan for you to go and talk to Cobra?” Cameron asked.
Sighing heavily, Calvin replied, “I’ve been working up to that for years, Cam. I even made it my New Year’s resolution to talk to him.”
“Calvin, didn’t you tell me you’ve been in Drago for twenty-six years?” Gordy asked.
Nodding, Calvin answered, “Yes. What’s your point?”
“My point is, you’ve been pining for him for dang near the entire time. Why haven’t you just gone for it?” Gordy asked. “I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?”
“He could tell me to fuck off and all my dreams of getting to suck on his chocolate banana will be nothing more than that.” Calvin answered.
“But that’s what it is now, so what would it change?” Cameron asked.
