6 Chapter 6

James’ mouth dropped open, and his eyes got big. “Really? German chocolate cake. That is, by far, my favorite.”

“I’ll fetch it. Homemade. You know all gays are great cooks, eh?” Kenji cackled again. “Does the ‘eh’ make me sound Canadian?”

Again, that damned cackle.

Never in a million years.

The soup was excellent, but the cake was better, not super sweet like so many of them.

“This is most excellent. Stellar.”

“Thank you. I can give you the recipe.”

“I hardly cook. No time except for fast things and breakfast.”

Their gazes locked for a few moments, and they broke it. They looked to the window. Heavy rain pelted it.