Cocky Genius: Ethan Cocker (Cocker Brothers of Atlanta, #8)

by Faleena Hopkins

Pulling her to me, I kissed her, murmuring against her soft lips, “I think so, too.” She laced her arms around my neck and stood on her tiptoes to kiss me again. Relishing the feel of her I deepened the kiss and heard a whistle behind us. We separated and smiled at an older couple, clearly tourists. They looked to be in their eighties, eyes bright in heavily wrinkled skin, another gorgeous vista behind them. “How long have you two lovebirds been together?” the woman asked. I glanced to Charlie and saw her cheeks flush. She was about to deny it, so I interrupted, “Couple of years.” The husband pointed at Charlie’s naked left hand. “Better make an honest woman of her if you’re going to be kissing her like that.” “Ah, come on,” I joked. “You’ve gone and ruined the surprise. Now I’m going to have to find a new place to propose!” Their eyes widened and his wife asked, “You were going to do that today, right here?” “Well, now I can’t!” I grinned. Charlie hit my shoulder and quickly told them, “He’s messing with you. He wasn’t going to do that.” Shoving my hand in my jacket pocket I made a fist like I’d grabbed a ring box. “Oh yeah? What’s this?” To the couple I shrugged. “We’re going to Edinburgh Castle next. Guess that will have to do.” I hit my forehead. “Damn! I went and spoiled the surprise.”