reminded me of rice pudding, but the aroma was savory.
“Jouk is a creamy rice soup with pork, egg, and scallions. It’s a local delicacy, and one of my favorite dishes to get when I come to Hong Kong.”
He led me to a small picnic style table, handing me a pair of chopsticks. “Try it, Cora. I promise it won’t disappoint.”
I took a small, apprehensive bite. Oh. My. It was heavenly. The bold, rich flavors of the broth and vegetables blended perfectly with the heavily seasoned meat. “Oh my God. This is amazing.”
A smile spread across Breccan’s face. “I’m glad you approve.”
“I may insist we eat this everyday,” I teased, digging in for a second bite.
Breccan chuckled. “Don’t worry, Cora. This is only the first day. There’s so much more to still see.”
“I hope I can fit some sightseeing in. There’s so much I want to see.”
“What are you looking forward to?” he asked between bites.
I slurped up some of the broth, wiping my mouth before answering. “Honestly? Everything. I don’t know when I’ll ever get an opportunity like this again, and I don’t want to waste it, you know? I just hope I have time to get in a few of the things on my list.”
“You made a list?”
“Don’t laugh. It’s just a thing I do. I make a list every time I visit a new place, and then cross off as many of the things as I can.”
“Do you have this list with you?” His tone was amused, a glint of… something more in his eyes.
I hesitated, but took the list out of my bag, and slid it across the table to him. He took it from me, reading it over before folding it back up, and handing it back.
“Have you ever gotten through a whole list, Cora?”
I shook my head. “No, usually I only get to a few of the things.”
“I see,” he smiled, winking at me. “Well we’ll just see if we can’t break some records while we’re here.”
I took another bite of the portage and glanced over at Breccan. He seemed so at ease, so different than how I’d ever seen him. He was… happy. Carefree. It was a pleasant new side of him. And I wanted to see more. I wanted to see everything.
***
Hong Kong was amazing. Like New York City on steroids. Everything was noisy, crowded, and fast. I swear the people here didn’t know what downtime looked like. We’d been here for almost two weeks now, and while the hotel and city were beyond my wildest expectations, Breccan’s call schedule was not. He was filming on some of Hong Kong’s busiest streets, forcing him to start work at two o’clock in the morning so the local police could shut down traffic without impeding day-to-day activities too much. This also meant that I needed to be up and on set at two o’clock in the morning, in case he needed something. I’d barely gotten any sleep, not wanting to waste the opportunity, and spent my free time as a tourist. Running on three to four hours of sleep a day was catching up to me and I was exhausted.
“Excuse me, Mr. Laughry?” one of the extra’s called to Breccan. “Could I get an autograph please? I’m such a huge fan.”
I intercepted the girl, as I had the several dozen who came before her. “Mr. Laughry is holding all requests for pictures and autographs until the end of filming today. I’m sorry.” I shooed her away.
Breccan cocked his head, and nodded with a little smile. We’d really gotten to know each other well over the last few weeks because we’d been forced to spend so much time together, and, surprisingly, he wasn’t as big of a dick as I first thought. He was actually one of the most interesting, thoughtful, intelligent people I’d ever met. His co-star was newly married, and spent all her free time shacked up in her trailer with her new hubby, so Breccan and I ate all of our meals together, went back and forth to and from the hotel, and when we did have some free time, he made sure I could cross