The Hacker by Leslie Georgeson

Author:Leslie Georgeson [Georgeson, Leslie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Shannon

Noah, I learned, was a fantastic cook.

We’d spent the last several hours working side-by-side after he’d brought in another computer and set it up for me. He copied The Company files over onto the other computer and while I went through them, moving any documents that would be relevant to help take the shareholders down into a folder I titled “FBI Evidence”, Noah went to work decrypting more of the secret files. This “partnership” with Noah felt good, working with him, using my investigative skills to help. We worked well together, comfortable sitting next to each other, and the realization that he trusted in me made me vow to never betray him.

Then he announced he was hungry and asked if I wanted something to eat. I followed him into the kitchen and watched while he made dinner. I had never cooked anything in my life. There had always been housekeepers or hired chefs that prepared meals in my parents’ house growing up. My mother didn’t cook, and I, in turn, had never learned how to cook. During college and my early days out on my own, I had lived off of simple microwave meals and takeout food. I wouldn’t have any idea how to cook a steak or fry potatoes if I tried. I would likely destroy anything I attempted to prepare.

“What are you making?” I asked conversationally while he removed items from the refrigerator and set them on the countertop. “Can I help?”

He glanced over his shoulder at me. “I read on your blog that you don’t like to cook.”

Heat flushed into my cheeks. “You’ve read my blog?”

“Yeah. I kind of stalked you online after your father tried to kill Logan that first time.” He turned away, color creeping up his neck and into his face. “I was worried you were a part of The Company. No offense.”

Should I be offended by that? Strangely, I wasn’t.

“None taken. But if you truly read my blog, then you would know that I don’t know how to cook. Not don’t like to cook. There’s a big difference.”

He quirked a brow, glancing back at me. “Well then, would you like to learn how?”

Unexpected warmth filled my chest. Was he flirting with me? I wasn’t sure, but I hoped he was. If he was going to be the teacher, then hell yes, I would be the student. I wanted to learn anything he was willing to teach me.

I stepped up beside him. “Yes, I would like that.”

There was surprise on his face as he glanced over at me. Then he grinned, and I found myself smiling back, a lightness filling my chest. Maybe we could overcome the distrust between us. Maybe we could have something special together.

For the next hour, Noah instructed me in the kitchen, teaching me how to make fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and steamed vegetables. I quickly discovered that cooking was more difficult than I’d originally thought. I learned the chicken had to be prepared with just the right amount of seasoning and dipped properly in eggs and flour before frying in the pan.

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