His eyebrows flicked up when he saw me. “Making those for someone specific or can I have one?”
My eyes narrowed. “Lots of people hate coconut. You one of them?”
“Would I be asking if I hated coconut?”
“I’m unsure.”
He came closer, bent over the pan, and inhaled. “Quit being weird and cut me a bar, darling.”
I snorted and finished sprinkling the coconut. Ethan took a pinch of the extra from the bowl beside the pan and tossed it into his mouth.
“Mmm,” he said, and wiggled his eyebrows.
“Have you ever had magic bars before?”
“Can’t say I have. What’s in them?” He turned his nose into the air and sniffed. “Chocolate, coconut, maybe condensed milk. Nuts, too?”
I nodded. “Graham crackers, too.”
“In that case, can I have two?”
“Pour us some milk? I made the pan because I was craving something sweet.”
Ethan’s eyes glittered. “Why do you need those when I’m right here?”
My lips twitched. “Because chocolate doesn’t talk back.”
Ethan laughed and went to grab the milk while I focused on cutting the bars into perfect but generous squares.
Once I had our plates piled high, I took them to the living room. Ethan followed with the glasses. Neither of us spoke until we’d finished off one full bar.
Ethan sighed. “Damn, Moira. Those are delicious.”
My cheeks heated. “Thanks. They’re easy to make.” I nudged the plate closer to him.
“As long as you don’t mind.”
“Just save me one more.”
Ethan piled two more bars onto his plate.
“Are you here for a reason?” I did the mental count of his travel potions. This might be his last one. If he asked me for more, I wasn’t sure I’d fork them over.
He watched me as if he could see the direction my thoughts had gone. “Cernunnos came to visit me.”
I choked on my bar, crumbs spraying from my mouth.
Ethan watched me with a mild expression. “You’re right. For some reason, he really wants me to give you blood.”
I nodded. No surprise there.
“But that’s not all. Rowan paid me a visit.” He took a bite of the bar and closed his eyes as he chewed, and I wondered if I’d ever seen anything as sexy as Ethan eating.
I looked away before my body betrayed me and Ethan scented my thoughts. Being around shifters was a pain in the ass sometimes.
“Does that explain the still healing black eye?” I said with amusement.
Everyone had grown used to seeing both Rowan and Ethan walking around with the occasional bruise or black eye once those two had started sparring practice. No one said a word because it proved to be good for both of them, but more so Ethan. Shifters had a lot of aggression already, but Lords practically bristled with it. Sparring and physical activity helped take the edge off, which is why shifters were all in good shape and randy as bunnies during spring time.
