Sense of Place by N. R. Walker

Author:N. R. Walker [Walker, N. R.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
Publisher: Totally Bound
Published: 2014-01-17T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

When Cooper got home, I was in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner. He dropped his satchel at the door and without a word to his brother, he walked up to me and slid his arms around me. I threw the dishcloth into the sink and hugged him back. His face was buried in my neck and he mumbled, “Thank you, Tom. For everything.”

“You’re very welcome,” I whispered back to him. “Have you eaten?”

Without pulling away, he shook his head. “No.”

“We ordered pizza. Max said Chicago pizzas were the best, so I thought we’d have proper New York pizza just to prove him wrong,” I said. “I got your favourite.”

Cooper gave me a squeeze. “You’re so good to me.”

“Coop?” Max said. He was now standing in the kitchen beside us, not seeming to care that Cooper was still wrapped around me. Max was still excited. He’d been waiting for his brother to get home. “You’ll never believe where Tom took me this afternoon.”

Cooper pulled away then, to look at me, then to Max. “Where?”

I took out a plate and put some pizza in the microwave for Cooper, as Max said, “First stop was Academy Records. Best vinyl album shop, they have all this vintage stuff. It was really cool. Then we went to Café Wha?.”

“Café where?”

“No, Café Wha?,” he repeated. “Where Jimi Hendrix played! We couldn’t go in, because I’m seventeen, but Cooper, we went to where Jimi Hendrix played!”

Cooper was smiling at Max’s enthusiasm. “That’s so cool!”

“But then,” Max said. “The best place ever… Tom took me to Generation Records.”

Cooper blinked, then his eyes darted to mine, and back to Max’s. “And that’s cool because…?”

“Because it’s the best metal and punk record store, ever. Like, ever. If it’s metal or punk, they have it,” Max said. “Coop, it was so freakin’ cool.”

I handed Cooper his reheated pizza. “I am officially the coolest guy on the planet.”

Cooper took the plate and stared at me. “You really took him there?”

“I did.”

Cooper took a step closer and planted his lips on mine. “Thank you.” Then he looked at Max. “Did my credit card survive?”

Max laughed. “Yeah, yeah. But I bought you something, so that makes it okay.”

“With my own money. How thoughtful of you.” Cooper took a bite of pizza and spoke with his mouth full, “So where is it?”

“Well, Tom picked it,” Max admitted. “I said I wanted to get you something cool, so Tom found you this…” Max walked over to the sofa and picked up the bag and held it out proudly.

Cooper followed him over to the sofa, put his plate on the coffee table and threw himself onto the lounge. Max handed him the shopping bag and we watched as he pulled out a Ramones CD and a Sex Pistols shirt.

“Oh, man,” Cooper said quietly. “Did you pick these?” he asked me.

“Yep. I figured the Ramones were easier to listen to than the Sex Pistols, plus I liked the shirt. Well, for you. Not for me.”

Cooper held up the white, sleeveless shirt with a washed-out Union Flag on it, and the anarchy A.

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