Cocky Genius: Ethan Cocker (Cocker Brothers of Atlanta Book 9) by Faleena Hopkins

Author:Faleena Hopkins [Hopkins, Faleena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hop Hop Publications
Published: 2017-04-16T16:00:00+00:00

“I was going to introduce you to the traditional Scottish breakfast, but since you wanted fun, Coro The Chocolate Cafe is where we had to go.”

He’d ordered melted chocolate and banana pancakes, and I was drooling over my chocolate pancakes only I’d chosen strawberries. “I have to take a picture of these,” I said, pulling out my phone and ignoring the string of notifications that wanted to distract me. They could wait. It was Sunday. And I was living in a dream I didn’t want to wake up from.

Ethan cut out a bite of his and fed it to me, “Taste this shit right here.”

With my mouth full of banana chocolate goodness I moaned, “Oh my God! It’s too good!”

“Right?” he muttered, digging in while I took my photo.

“Doesn’t do it justice.”

“Rarely does. My friend Ann told me about this place. I’ve never been but she’s right, it’s to die for.”

I looked at him, the camera hovering over the table before I remembered to set it down. “Oh?”

His eyes went dead and then came back to life as he realized, “You’re jealous!”

“Nope.”

“You are.”

“Is Ann an ex lover?”

He glanced to his coffee and shrugged. “Maybe.”

I picked up a strawberry, sucked the chocolate off it and threw it at his faded jeans jacket. We were both in casual summer wear even though it was a bit cloudy outside. In the U.K., June or no, you never knew what the weather would give you.

“Okay, yes, she and I had a thing for a while. But she’s married now. Happily. Doesn’t want me. I promise.”

“Whatever,” I muttered, taking a sip of my own coffee. “You’ve had lovers. So have I. It’s fine.”

“You’ve had lovers?” he asked me, looking shocked.

I just shook my head, leaving the bait untouched. “So what about this Scottish breakfast, the traditional one?”

In between bites, he explained, “Order it anywhere and it’s the same. Eggs any way you like them, one sausage link – which they call a banger. A ‘rasher’ of bacon, which is really just thinly sliced ham. Then you have sautéed mushrooms, a small broiled tomato, and baked beans. And black pudding.”

“Dessert?” I asked, forking a gooey tower of pancake and chocolate in my mouth.

“Sure,” he smiled. “It’s pig’s blood, fat, oats, barley and spices and you don’t want to know what it’s stuffed into. Alright, I’ll tell you. An intestine.”

I stopped chewing and stared at him.

He assumed pure innocence. “What? That doesn’t sound good?”

I shook my head, slowly chewing and trying to remember that I wasn’t eating what he just described.

“It sounds bad but it’s delicious.”

Swallowing so I could argue I said, “I will never eat that now.”

Ethan chuckled, leaned back in his chair, satisfied.

“Brock told me about your invention. Actually he told me there was one, but not exactly what it was.”

Ethan’s eyes flickered a little. “What did he say?”

“That you’d created some sort of iris identification process.”

“So what do you want to know?”

I could see he was guarded, and I felt it had something to do with my mentioning Brock’s name.

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