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

by Faleena Hopkins

and returned to Georgia, I vowed to stay close to the family, and those two were the trunk our branches hung off of. I bought my mansion a stone’s throw from their home, the one my dad and all his brothers grew up in, and where all of us cousins had spent so much time as kids, too. I’d hang out with Grandma Nance every Thursday morning, and she’d share with me all kinds of stories from her women’s club meetings. And since Grandpa Michael was retired he had a lot more time than when his sons were kids. I got to know him better than my own father did. Even though he was a hard nut to crack at first, he opened up and I saw him belly laugh so many times that Thursdays became Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. Unless I had somewhere work-related to be, I had brunch with the two of them. We’d play board games, cards, croquet. Others joined us sometimes, especially Zoe and Samantha, but they weren’t consistent. It was always me, Grandma and Grandpa at the core.