There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

I cook dinner for us both, delighting in using Cole’s heavy-bottomed copper
pots and wooden spoons. Almost nothing in this house is made of plastic.
Even the items Cole never uses are the finest quality, as much for decoration
as for the formerly-unlikely chance that somebody would make real use of
the kitchen.
Cole only cooks the simplest meals for himself. Still, he’s a keen student and
watches carefully while I mix four egg yolks, freshly grated Parmesan
cheese, and Italian herbs in a small bowl.
“That’s a lot of bacon,” he comments.
“If it’s not half bacon and peas, then it’s not carbonara,” I laugh.
“I think the Italians might disagree.”
“I’ll tell you a secret that will shock you … I don’t always like the most
authentic food.”
“What do you mean?”
“I know this is sacrilege, but sometimes I like the American version better.
We take all these foods from all over the world, amp it up, put it on steroids.
San Francisco has the best food of anywhere, I’m convinced of it.”
“How would you know,” Cole laughs. “You’ve never been to Italy.”
“That’s true,” I admit.
I must look forlorn, because Cole quickly adds, “I’ll take you.”
“I wish,” I say, trying to laugh it off.
“I mean it.”
I hesitate, my throat tightening. I have a desperate desire to visit Europe and
see the most stunning art and architecture of human creation.
But I shake my head.
“You’ve done too much for me already.”