Always His Earl - Cheryl Dragon

Always His Earl Cheryl Dragon

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NOTE: This title was previously published as Neighboring Affairs.

Table of Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Epilogue About the Author

Blurb Back in London, and free from the navy, Lieutenant Myles Harris is now a wealthy man of property. His late father separated Myles from his lover, the Earl of Thistledown, George Hardwick. Years apart have hurt both men, but their feelings haven’t disappeared. George believes he has put the past behind him and has no interest in seeing Myles again. However, the Earl can’t turn away Myles’ little sister, the sweet girl he watched grow up next door, when she runs from her abusive husband. Hiding her in his London home, George must also have Myles as a guest under

his roof. The duo must work together for their common good. Passion reignites and soon the men are breaking laws! The options are few, but they’d much rather defy the law than deny their hearts and abandon their honor.

Chapter One London, May 1815 George Hardwick, the Earl of Thistledown, disliked parties. For him, the Season was a time of business not fun. Still, he had responsibilities, and his brother needed a dose of Society. He paced the gleaming pine floor of the Mayfair ballroom, impatient for escape. Single ladies on the hunt for a husband did their best to gain his attention. A wife was the least of his problems. He searched the gilded halls for his younger brother. Basil needed the diversion of London and a wife to settle his future, but old wounds refused to heal for the Hardwick men.

Raised voices caught George’s attention. One was Basil’s, and George barged into the room without knocking. His brother stood between two people dressed to overshadow everyone in London—one face was familiar and the other repulsive. Tension hung in the air, but talking ceased as George stepped next to his brother. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Lady Philips.” George smiled at Basil’s childhood sweetheart. Claire’s father had married her off to a baron unexpectedly and ruined their plans. George sympathized but couldn’t change the past. “I was very sorry to hear about the deaths of your father and brother.”

The frail blonde beauty smiled and bobbed a quick curtsy. “Thank you, Lord Thistledown; I owe you added thanks for looking after their estate.” “Not at all,” George replied. “Stop with the pleasantries, Thistledown, your brother was speaking to my wife alone behind closed doors. He has no respect for what belongs to another man.” Philips snapped his walking stick on the floor. Claire cringed. “My dear, I was only informing him of my brother’s arrival. Both Lord Thistledown and his brother have put tremendous effort into my father’s estate. Myles is back from the navy. It took longer than I’d hoped, but he should arrive in London tonight.

While they’re all in town, Myles can be brought current on the state of Thrushton Manor.” Philips glared at Basil and grabbed his wife’s arm. “You think that message needed to be delivered in private? To the brother and not the lord himself? You and Hardwick were so close smoke couldn’t fit between you. If it were the earl, I’d have nothing to worry about.” George glanced at the baron. A knowing look on that ugly little face sent icy fear through the higher-ranking man. Philips had been the choice of Claire’s father. What secrets had Philips learned from old man Harris before his death? George shoved the uneasy feeling away and focused on the situation.

The short baron irritated George on a good day. The man was loud, pushy, and demanded every courtesy because of his title. He drank too much and waved that walking stick about like a sword. The arrogance turned George’s stomach, but the mention of Myles unsettled George more than anything else. The two men had been inseparable growing up. So close and then such a sudden separation—an old wound opened deep in George. If Philips knew about George’s proclivities, or his history with Myles, it could be very dangerous for them both. “Clearly, Lady Philips was being kind to us. I’m sure she’d rather be reunited with her brother than endure

this little scene.” George nodded to his brother. “Let’s go. I’ve had enough of Society for one night.” Fear filled Claire’s eyes. “I can’t wait to see Myles again. Thank you so much for looking after Thrushton Manor.” “You’re far too interested in your history. You are a baroness and should introduce your brother to a better caliber of women. Focus on getting him married rather than your childhood neighbors,” Philips ordered his wife. Philips’ grip turned his wife’s arm white beneath his fingers. George saw Claire flinch when Philips snapped his stick on the floor and then pointed to the door. “We’re leaving.”

“Thank you for your message, Lady Philips. I’m sure your brother and I will conclude the necessary business at his earliest convenience,” George said. George wanted to stop Philips and protect Claire as much as he knew Basil did. Clearly, she feared her husband. Her elegant but modestly cut gown didn’t reveal any signs of abuse. When Basil opened his mouth, George shook his head. “In the carriage. I don’t care to be overheard,” George said. In the privacy of George’s best London carriage, Basil punched the cushions. “We weren’t doing anything.” “Don’t lie to me. I know you still love her. I wish I could change the world for you. You simply must stay away from

Lady Philips while we’re in London,” George said. “Claire spoke to me. I didn’t approach her. Do you honestly think I can forget?” Basil leaned against the side of the carriage as he caught his breath. George saw the heartache and wrestled with the helpless frustration an earl shouldn’t have. Basil loved Claire more than anything and their mothers had always planned on those two marrying. After their mothers died, Claire’s father took a very bad turn toward the bottle. “I’m glad Harris and his heir burned in that fire. Gambling, whoring, and drinking their way through London. They simply married off Claire because she

was inconvenient. Why not to me? Philips mistreats her.” Basil’s jaw clenched. “You’ll get no argument from me on Claire’s father and brother. Those two are burning in hell, and let the devil have them. If Lady Philips were free, I’d be happy for you to marry her. As for Philips, we have no authority. I’ll speak to Myles as soon as I can about the estate and make our concerns about Claire’s situation clear. What more can I do?” George wanted to help, but a man beating his wife wasn’t a crime. As much as George didn’t want to see Myles again, if he kept the focus solely on the estate and Claire’s well-

being, he’d endure it. One meeting and done. “I don’t know why you ran the Harris’ fields for them and kept all the staff on for the house. All that work and money. Myles just up and ran into the navy without saying goodbye to anyone. He’s probably just as bad as his father. The Harrises don’t deserve your charity.” Basil rubbed his hands over his face. “The servants do. The tenants do. The people who’ll eat that food certainly do. I won’t leave a healthy estate to rot because of some unfortunate timing. Myles will be here soon, as soon as the navy at war could allow. We’ll address the issues, and be done with the Harris

family.” George truly didn’t want to discuss Myles, even with his brother. Basil wasn’t the only one to have heartbreak thrust on him by a member of that family. “I can’t stop my feelings for Claire.” Basil stared out the window. “Lady Philips would’ve been smarter to give the message directly to me. Nothing can be undone tonight so please try to forget it. There must be another young woman worthy of your interest. Don’t surrender your life because you can’t have Claire,” George said. “No. No one else will do. I’m in no rush. You’ll be expected to marry first.” Basil gave George an amused look.

“I have no plans at this time.” The idea that Myles was likely in London added a new turn in George’s life. Myles had left for the navy without a word. Never a letter. Nothing in all those years. George’s life was ruined with no explanation. He stared out the window into the night. When George went to ask Claire what happened nearly a decade ago, he was met with Mr. Harris and his eldest son. Their threats and accusations were George’s worst nightmare. Somehow, they knew what had been between him and Myles and accused George of forcing himself on the younger Harris. They insisted Myles wanted to

be far away from George. A future earl was rarely told no by anyone. The deal was simple... George never wrote to or saw Myles again, and the Harris men would keep his secret. Men like George were criminals, after all. A second son, Myles needed a career so the navy took him far away from the lustful George—at least according to old Mr. Harris. George thought he was safe after the Harris men died in that fire, but if Philips knew, anything could happen. Old Harris and Philips were cut from the same cloth. George would avoid Philips and keep his contact with Myles minimal. It was the only option.

The carriage halted, and a footman opened the door. George exited first and kept an eye on his brother to make sure Basil didn’t detour. In the country, Basil’s spirits would rally as he worked on their horse breeding or other plans. However, any news of Claire and he’d fall into melancholy for weeks. Maybe they needed to cut this Season short? “Good evening, Davis,” George said. “A good evening, my lord?” The butler took their coats and hats. “Tolerable. If Myles Harris comes by, at any time, I need to speak with him,” George said. Basil fell into an uneasy silence. They’d been close as boys, but since

Claire’s marriage, Basil suffered periods of being sullen and angry at the world. George felt more and more alone by the second. He wanted a partner in life and family around him. Marriage was not an option. Titled and twenty-seven, George was a good prospect for many young women, but he could never do them the dishonor. He concealed his true interests from Society, but wouldn’t lie in a vow. Doing what was right and what Society deemed proper proved hard to reconcile at times, but George tried his best. The mix of longing and hatred toward Myles gave George a headache. The second son of the Harris family had

led George to believe they’d be together forever. George would help him with a business and they could travel. Connected by their younger siblings’ marriage, no one would bat an eye. Instead of going into the world together, Myles went to war by way of the sea. “Get some rest, Basil. I sincerely want the best for Lady Philips and you.” George gestured to the stairs. “You and the law have declared that impossible.” Basil stalked up the stairs but paused halfway up. “You’re not going to bed?” “I’m going to send a note to Harris at his club so he knows we’re expecting him as soon as he’s ready. The faster the

business is done, the better.” George headed for his library. Two hours later, George had gone through ten drafts of the note and they all fed the fire. Two glasses of port hadn’t helped. If Myles truly believed what his father had accused George of, he might prefer to meet with George’s steward. After so long, it felt like there were no words that fit. He’d fallen in love and been abandoned...no fighting or cross words. His lover was just gone. George was left behind and accused of seducing and using the lower ranking man. The Harris men had hinted that George used force and intimidation. That was a lie, but had

Myles felt pressured by the son of an earl? The pain cut like it was inflicted yesterday. Crumpling another sheet of paper and tossing it at the fire, he gave up. Writing to Myles wasn’t any easier than seeing him. George felt eyes on him and looked up expecting to see Davis ready to lock up the house and go to bed. Instead, Basil watched from the doorway. “Couldn’t sleep?” George asked. “Myles could’ve spoken up for Claire too. Every man in her life has betrayed her. I have to speak to her in private.” Basil headed for the front door. “Basil, you’ll only make it worse for her. You can’t call. Not at this time of

night. Myles was in the navy over a year before Claire was married. The wedding was done before he knew about it.” Following close behind his brother, George blocked the front door when Basil went to grab his hat. Davis rushed up, looking bewildered. “My lord?” Davis asked. “My brother and I are having a conversation. That’s all.” George understood his brother’s feelings but couldn’t let him impulsively dash out into the night. A loud thump landed on the door, and George turned. Then something slapped against the heavy wood. The night was already making his head ache.

George wanted to go to bed and wake up at his estate in the country. “Get back, my lord,” Davis said. Instead, George pulled the door open and quickly caught the cloaked form leaning on it. Her head fell back, and the hood revealed Lady Claire Philips. Blood stained her skin in places and trickled from her hair. Lifting her up, George felt her body tense. “Claire!” Basil touched her face. “We need to get her upstairs. Davis, order a carriage for me. Then you personally go for the doctor. Basil, get Mrs. Blake. Bring her to the guest room now.” George headed upstairs with the girl he’d watched grow up next door.

Whimpers escaped her lips as he laid her on the bed. George pushed aside her cloak and saw more blood. Claire’s hands were cut, her head clearly bled as well. It appeared that she’d bitten her lip. However, any touch made her wince so George let her be. The bastard Philips had obviously beaten her. In a flurry, Mrs. Blake entered with a basin of water and a bag of medical aides. First, she administered smelling salts. Claire’s pretty blue eyes popped open, and she looked at George. Her tears fell quickly. “I made it? I’m so sorry. I had to get away. He wouldn’t stop. This time was so much worse.”

“You’re safe. Philips did this?” George took her hand. She nodded. “You’re the only one I knew who wouldn’t turn me out. Don’t send me back, please, my lord.” “Never.” George touched her cheek as Basil ran in with a bottle of laudanum. Now that she’d escaped, George had to find a way to keep her safe...legally or not. Only she knew how bad it was, and silently, he promised she’d never suffer again. “Claire.” Basil sat on the bed with her and kissed her forehead. “Don’t touch her, she’s hurt.” Mrs. Blake smacked him off the bed. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t stay. I knew I’d be safe with you.” She clung to Basil as

the smelling salts wore off. “She’s fainted again. Probably for the best. Poor thing. You men need to get out. I’ll cut her out of these wet clothes so the doctor can examine her. One of the maids is fetching a fresh nightgown.” “No one can know she’s here, Mrs. Blake. You must make sure the staff is silent. There will be bonuses in it for all of you.” George had to think of controlling the scandal while his brother stared at his love. “You’re going to keep her here?” Mrs. Blake asked. “Yes. I want to hear what the doctor recommends. She’s not fit to go anywhere tonight. You understand?” George asked.

“Of course, my lord. The doctor must see her first,” Mrs. Blake agreed. “Good. Basil, you keep an eye out. Mrs. Blake, stay with her. Davis should be back with the doctor soon.” George patted his brother on the back. “Where are you going?” Basil demanded. “If anyone is going to kill Philips, it’s me.” “Don’t talk like that. No one is killing anyone. I’m going to find her brother and bring him here. You are in charge. Keep her safe.” George knew putting Basil’s focus on Claire was the only solution. Basil stared at Claire as George dashed out of the room and down the stairs. On his way down to the door, he

caught the valets wondering about the ruckus. “Good. Exactly who I need to see. Both of you are on guard duty. No one by the name of Philips enters this house. No one outside the household goes upstairs but the doctor. Arm yourselves.” “You are in earnest, my lord?” Basil’s valet asked. “I am. I’ll have more instructions later. Let the doctor up when he gets here, but no other visitors that aren’t with me. None.” “Of course.” George’s valet helped the lord with his coat and gave him his hat and gloves. “I need to go to my club, quick as you can.” George hopped into the

waiting carriage. Rushing a reunion with Myles hadn’t been high on his list this trip to London. That bastard Philips had taken all George’s plans and thrown them in the fire. If that beating was any indication of what she’d had endured in her marriage, George only regretted that Claire hadn’t run to him sooner. ***** Myles sat in the common room of the club. He enjoyed being free of orders and the relentless motion of the sea. People treated him better now that he was a rich man of the landed gentry. Plus, he had served in the navy at war against Napoleon, which earned him

added attentions. Still he felt alone in a sea of smoke and political talk. The news of his father and older brother’s death had both shocked and relieved him. Not that he coveted the fortune or lands his brother would’ve inherited. Life made Myles a second son, and he’d accepted that with grace. However, the navy was never Myles’ intention. The profession was noble and the war very just, but Myles was not a man of violence. He’d prayed for freedom from that nautical life every night. His prayers were answered in a way that he regretted. From the letter George’s steward had sent about the condition of Thrushton Manor, fate had stepped in

barely in time to save the family name. His father and brother were throwing their fortune away on women and games of chance. Rereading the letter, Myles wanted to be sure he remembered everything when he called on Lord Thistledown the next day. He’d almost called on George tonight to have it behind him, but that would be inappropriate with his sister in London as well. Claire had to be his first visit in the morning. Tonight, luck wasn’t on his side. He’d called at his sister’s house and been told she was at a ball. By the time Myles arrived, she was gone. No one knew if she’d gone home or on to another party so Myles returned to the

club. No need to chase his sister all over London. She should enjoy her first Season in Society since mourning the deaths in their family. Myles hoped she enjoyed her life. Her sudden marriage after Myles was at sea triggered a fury of letters between him and his father. No doubt, his father had to be behind it all. Basil Hardwick was a second son and that wasn’t good enough, in the opinion of Myles’ father. Mr. Harris was determined someone in his family should have a title. To this day, Myles had never met his brother-in-law, Philips, but Myles hoped that Claire had a whirlwind courtship with the baron. Perhaps Basil was

simply a childhood friend—an innocent first love. No hard feelings. In her letters, Claire never said a word about her husband or Basil. She discussed nothing personal about her life at all. It was polite conversation, basic social news, and hopes that Myles was safe and well. The distance hurt Myles, but putting things in writing could be very dangerous for him. Never would he risk his neck or George’s by putting a wrong word down on paper. He’d never even dared to ask his sister indirectly about the Earl of Thistledown. Her letters rarely mentioned George and revealed little. Claire only said it seemed that he wasn’t inclined to marry. The senior Harris had

sent one letter before his death informing Myles that George had a new favorite companion and things were settled. Not writing to George was part of the agreement. When his father discovered the truth of their relationship, Myles had to protect George from exposure and exile. The late Mr. Harris loved power and enjoyed wielding it. George and his family didn’t deserve to be punished for Myles’ father’s lack of character. To protect the man he loved, Myles had no alternative but to bow to his father’s wishes. Without a word to George, he entered the navy where he’d be far from the man he’d built his hopes and dreams around.

It took years for Myles to let go of the sorrow. But George never sent one friendly letter, not even in condolence for the deaths in Myles’ family. Myles had felt cut off from all the people he’d loved for years. Finally, he was lord of the manor, even if he lacked a title. He could repair what his father had broken and be free. At twenty-five, it was a tall order but he’d seen more death, disease, and hell in war than he would in the future. Life on a peaceful estate would be heaven. Loud and rapid footsteps in the club’s common room made Myles look up. His heart nearly stopped. Lord Thistledown stood in the center and glanced around with determination.

Their eyes met and Myles stood. It took all his will not to run to George. They’d never quarreled. Never doubted each other, but their romance had been torn apart. Myles wanted answers but couldn’t deny the lust was still there. Despite all the changes and so many unanswered questions, his feelings weren’t dead. Not one letter in nearly nine years from the young earl. A man in George’s position would be expected to marry. Perhaps he was here to find a bride? Maybe he had a convenient companion? All that time. Myles had to believe it was over, or he’d be heartbroken for a second time.

George walked over to Myles with an intent look on his face. Dark-brown hair and hazel eyes stood out on his pale skin. George was broad in the shoulder and tall. His muscles were well earned from riding and walking about his large estate. The memory of their romps in the barn had made Myles’ worst days at sea tolerable. The spark had not gone out on what they had. In public, they had to be old acquaintances. Myles had no earthly idea what they truly were at that moment. “Lord Thistledown,” Myles bowed. “Harris, we need to speak in private,” George said plainly. Hope sprung in Myles, but they had to be discreet. “Of course, I can’t thank

you enough for looking after my estate.” “Do you have a room or not?” George demanded. Myles turned and headed for his private chamber. The second George was inside Myles closed the door and forced himself to remain there. The small room with no prying eyes was no place for two men who’d spent as much time naked together as they had. Myles wanted to kiss his old lover. Just for a moment to simply forget they’d ever been apart. George dominated the room. He paced as though he’d done nothing wrong. In fact, he seemed like a wronged man full of indignation and anger. He still smelled of sandalwood

and tried to hide his emotions. Myles could see through him. “What is so urgent?” Myles asked. Both men watched each other carefully. Myles could see the desire smoldering in George’s eyes. Their connection was nothing like the casual attachments Myles had made do with onboard ship. “I don’t have time for pleasantries. This is not a social call.” George regained his composure. “You came about the estate information at this time of night?” Myles masked his pain with orderly manners. Being alone with George had never been like this.

George threw open Myles’ trunk. “No, I didn’t come for the estate! Pack your things. You’re coming with me.” “What? We do need to be alone and speak plainly. But I think a club is appropriate for me. We have time now.” The urge to be intimate with George churned within Myles but discussion could lead to more pain. George grabbed Myles by the shoulders and shook him. “Your estate is the least of our worries. Pack your things. Your beaten sister is at my home. The doctor is with her. That husband of hers could be hunting her down.” Shock set in as Myles stepped back. The power of George’s touch faded as

the words sank in. Myles sprang into action. The two men tossed Myles’ belongings into the trunk. Myles threw on his coat and grabbed the trunk, used for toting his own load without servants. The coachman quickly took the trunk once they were outside of the club, and Myles joined George inside the carriage. “Is it bad?” Myles asked. “Bad enough that I ran out into the night without a footman or a pistol. That damn baron.” George shook his head. “You took her in. Thank you. How did she make it to you?” Myles let the guilt hit him. The time for action would come, but first, he had to be a brother. His sister was being abused. No happy marriage or quick romance.

“I haven’t a clue. She turned up at our door. Basil spoke to her at a ball earlier. I tried to prevent it, but she seemed equally determined. The mess your father left,” George grumbled. “I didn’t approve of it. Second sons rarely get a vote, especially when they are at sea.” Myles let his head fall back and studied the earl he’d loved for so long. The man still did the right things. Myles wanted to kiss him and ask so many questions as the carriage made its way through the thick after-party traffic. Instead, he focused on the one thing the men would agree on...Claire. “She was awake then? You spoke to her? Maybe she’s not that bad?”

“I spoke to her briefly. She fainted again. I hope it isn’t that bad, but that it’s bad enough.” George glared out the window. “What does that mean?” Myles couldn’t believe George would want Claire hurt to any degree. “Don’t look at me like that. I haven’t changed. My life and attitude are exactly as they were before you went to sea. Think, Myles. If she isn’t hurt much at all, then her husband can demand her return at any time. I’m not letting her go back to that hell. We have to find another way,” George said. Myles cursed the law. “If she’s alive, we have no legal recourse against him. She’s his wife.”

“I don’t have the answers, but I will find a solution. She’s in my home, and I won’t let Philips in or her out if I can help it. Basil is a wreck.” “No less than I. If I’d known, I’d have done something. Found a way.” Myles looked George in the eye. Instead of solidarity and connection, Myles found a flicker of doubt. Beneath that, anger and resentment brewed. Myles couldn’t fight about whatever bothered George. Their past and feelings could only make things worse. If George had a new lover or ten, it didn’t matter. He was Claire’s best chance for survival. George always had to direct the play. He was an earl, a titled lord, and every bit the man who owned his

responsibility. There had been a time when Myles felt George’s love and trust in every glance. Their connection broke through the duty and public guise, but it was a distant memory that he longed for. Still, if his sister had to run into the hands of anyone, Myles was grateful she’d made it to George. No one would do more for her protection. Myles could try, but he was not as well connected and had no house in town. Owing George for the care of his estate was no longer the sum total of their debt. Myles owed George for his sister’s life.

Chapter Two As the carriage rolled on, George finally let himself think about his history with Myles for a few minutes. He could hear old Mr. Harris accusing George of using Myles, of tempting him to foul things and potentially ruining the Harris family. Myles would be master of Thrushton Manor and so close it’d be a thorn in George’s side. The attraction and memories remained, but the time had left George bitter and hurt. If what the late Mr. Harris said wasn’t true, why hadn’t Myles ever made any effort to contact George?

After years without a word, George had come to believe that he’d seduced Myles and taken advantage of him. Old Harris insisted the influence of a future earl kept Myles from ever saying no. To George, it was youthful experimenting by friends turning into love. As a child in the country, he never fully understood the power of his rank until later. Now Myles didn’t seem to fear George but there was unease between them. Myles looked only a little worse for years of salt air. The dark-blond hair was cropped short, and his blue eyes appeared so innocent. His tanned skin was the only indication Myles was a man with a former profession. It killed George to keep his distance, but it was

simply pent-up lust. The anger and resentment burned deep. He had to be sensible and work with Myles for Claire’s good. Fighting about anything would be indulging themselves. Claire could be dying; nothing else mattered. The carriage stopped, and a footman quickly opened the door. “Take Mr. Harris’ trunk to any madeup room. Have one of the valets unpack him,” George ordered. “Yes, my lord,” the footman replied. Davis walked up. “The doctor is with her, my lord. Your brother is stalking the halls.” “Good. Mrs. Blake is with them?” George asked.

The butler took the coats and hats. “Yes. We have a guest?” “Lieutenant Myles Harris, Lady Philips’ brother. He’ll be staying with us for the duration in London. He’s just out of the navy, so see that he has everything he needs. It might be a lot.” “Of course.” Davis bowed slightly to Myles. “Any sign of the baron?” George asked. “Not a whisper. No maid or footman has come looking for her either. I did have the blood washed off the front door. We’re keeping it quiet.” Davis pulled his coat back to reveal a pistol. “Safely and carefully, my lord.”

“Good man.” George nodded and spotted the doctor coming down the stairs. “Doctor Wallis, how is she?” The older man with a potbelly sighed. “Lord Thistledown, I will not soften the situation. Her condition is very grave. The bruising will take a little time to show properly. It’s my opinion that she’s been very badly beaten. Her wounds have been cleaned but the true damage is on the inside. We can’t move her.” George almost smiled. “We have no reason to move her. I’ve invited her brother to stay. Lieutenant Harris, Doctor Wallis. Lady Philips will be our guest and receive the

best care. Come as often as you think best to look in on her.” Myles moved closer to the doctor. “How bad is she? Honestly?” The doctor glanced up at Basil who stood on the stairs. His eyes were bloodshot. “I’ve given instructions to Mrs. Blake about feeding and washing. The woman is a capable nurse. If Lady Philips is strong enough, I daresay she’ll survive. Don’t move her. She must heal. I believe a rib may be broken as well as other damage we can’t see.” Myles started toward the stairs. “Thank you Doctor.” George walked him to the door as Davis gave the doctor his hat. “What won’t you tell her brother or mine?”

“It’s bad enough that I found a heel mark on her stomach. She is not and was not pregnant, I checked. To leave a heel impression, the strike was severe. There were no stab wounds; I don’t think he meant to kill her. She’ll be weak and bedridden for several days. I’m very sorry for her.” He put his hat on. “I’ll be by in the morning.” “Her husband did this. She was awake briefly and told us. Please, if you can conceal her whereabouts we’d greatly appreciate it. If anyone asks, you’re here to see Basil.” George prayed this doctor had a soul. “I agree. Your brother has a nasty stomach ailment. Hot tea, broth, and dry toast until he’s better. No liquor and

plenty of bed rest are in order.” The doctor picked up his bag. “I’ll check on him tomorrow.” “Thank you,” George said. “A good man.” Davis indicated after closing the door. “Very good. Assemble the key servants in the hall.” Davis’ eyebrows rose. “Any message you need to recount, my lord, I’m happy to do so.” “I know, Davis. And I trust you like you’re my own father. One simply must say some things directly. I don’t need every hall boy to know the details, but I won’t lie to men I’m asking to defend her.” George patted Davis’ shoulder.

“Mrs. Blake should be with her,” Basil protested. George walked up to his brother. “It’ll be fine, Basil. You need to stay with her for a few moments. That’s all. I need to ensure her safety.” Nodding, Basil retreated upstairs. “You can go and sit with her too,” George said to Myles who was at the top of the stairs. “I want to see the servants. To know them.” Myles headed back down. George saw the fear and anger bottled up in Myles. There was no room for tempers now. It was Myles’ place to defend Claire’s honor. However, Myles had no home in London or staff in place to handle any of the issues at hand.

Within minutes, the key servants took their place in the hall. Most looked bewildered. “I’m sorry to disturb your routine. As some of you know, we have a very special guest. Lady Claire, as you will refer to her, is very ill and not to be moved under doctor’s orders. Her husband is the man who attacked her. If Lord Philips shows up here, you are to put him in my study and guard the door like he’s a vicious murderer.” George saw the frowns and the confusion. “She will not be moved until she is well and the doctor permits it. Lady Claire grew up on a neighboring estate and is like a sister to me. You are to treat her as such. This is her brother, Lieutenant Harris

just returned from the navy. He will take charge of Thrushton Manor soon. He’ll stay with us as long as Lady Claire does.” “Whatever you want, my lord. We’re ready,” George’s valet agreed. “Thank you, I know you are. One man will be on guard at all times and that means armed. During the day, Davis will do. I want a shotgun at the backdoor just in case and a footman about who is prepared to use it. At night, one of the valets will take guard and the hall boy in the back must be ready. No one will break in and take Lady Claire.” “Is that really a danger, my lord? The law is on his side,” Davis said.

“You’re very right, Davis. The law is on his side, so when I refuse him, based on the doctor’s orders, he likely will be very angry. He may demand to see her, which he will not! This is my house, and she fled here for safety. We will not fail her. You’ve all served this family well. I’m asking a great deal, I know. There will be bonuses for your efforts and your silence. Is this a problem for anyone?” George asked. “You have our loyalty, my lord.” Davis bowed his head. “I wouldn’t have said as much to you, if I didn’t trust every one of you. Thank you.” George headed up the stairs.

“My lord, please wait.” Mrs. Blake walked down to him. Pausing on the stairs, George looked at her. “Your brother is very upset. I’m worried he’ll do something foolish,” she said softly. “I’ll handle him.” “There’s something else. I didn’t want to say in front of him; it’d only stir things.” Mrs. Blake eyed Myles. “It’s fine, Mrs. Blake. Lieutenant Harris is as trusted as my own brother and much less impulsive generally. You may speak freely.” George had missed Myles so much he’d pushed his feelings down long ago. Apparently, they’d never truly gone away. At present, they

threatened to break loose and drive him mad. Claire’s situation, however, made all of their nonsense seem childish. She took a deep breath. “There are cuts on Lady Claire’s hands. The only other wound is her lip that she bit, and her head, which is cut. The doctor believed both happened in a fall.” “He said she was beaten. You think the cuts significant?” George asked. Mrs. Blake lifted a shoulder. “They’re not large. She may have cut herself getting here. Or perhaps she had to defend herself with something sharp. A dagger. A broken bottle. We can only imagine what happened.” “What does it matter how she cut her hands?” Myles asked in frustration.

George saw his housekeeper’s mind whirling with the fear only a woman would have. She had a point. “Tomorrow, you will find an extra maid to fill the gap. She’ll keep to the entry-level floor so you can spare someone trusted up here. We’ll know about Lord Philips by then. If you hear something, fine. If the doctor comes by, he may know. Don’t inquire. I don’t want any suspicion coming back here. Thank you,” George said. Mrs. Blake bobbed her head and hurried ahead to join Basil. When George tried to proceed, Myles grabbed his arm. “What the hell was that about?”

“The maid? We’ll need more help.” George played the fool and pulled his arm from Myles’ grasp. The touch of an old lover only caused pain. “The wounds. Philips. Inquiring and suspicion. You won’t keep things from me.” He glared. “If your sister killed her husband, even to save her own life, what do you expect will happen to her? The law will call her a murderer. Her husband will be the victim in the newspapers. She’ll rot in jail.” George shook his head. “All we can do is wait. Let’s go and see her.” *****

Myles walked into the room and saw Basil sitting there like her husband. That was exactly the future Myles and George had expected for their younger siblings. It would’ve made things so much easier. Bonded by marriage and business, George would have heirs through Basil, and no one would question about his close friendship with Myles. Cursing his father to a deeper level of hell, Myles forced himself to look at Claire. The petite blonde had always been as delicate as their mother. Prone to fainting spells and nosebleeds, Claire was treated like a doll. Basil was the only one who ever tempted her to forget about acting like a little lady and run when they were young.

She looked battered and older than her twenty-four years. Myles went around the other side and touched her cheek. Guilt and shame hit him. If not for years of overcoming seasickness, he’d have been ill right then. “Is she in pain?” Myles asked. “The doctor gave her laudanum. I have more for later. We can wake her with smelling salt, but the doctor said to let her rest until morning. We’ll get enough broth and laudanum in her to keep her comfortable. She won’t starve or suffer,” Mrs. Blake replied. “Good, thank you.” He pulled a chair up to the bed and sat. “You should’ve come back sooner,” Basil said.

George cleared his throat. “Let’s not start snapping at one another. If any of us had known this was going on, we’d have found a way to free her. We must work together to solve this. Like it or not.” “Preventing that wedding would’ve been better,” Basil mumbled. “I agree. I assure you, Basil; I wasn’t consulted. My father and brother obviously became even more tyrannical once he had me out of the way.” Myles wasn’t a seventeen-year-old any longer. He had gone from being a naval officer to a wealthy landowner, and it had yet to truly sink in. He could handle war and death. Part of him longed for the dream he’d had in his youth. He wanted to be safe under George’s protection and love.

Basil stared at Claire’s hands, which were wrapped up like a mummy’s. “She had to defend herself.” Myles looked at George. Steady enough not to rush out into the night and endanger anyone’s life, Myles worried that Basil was still too blinded by his passion. They both loved Claire, but how brotherly love differed from passionate love had never been so clear to him. “Claire could’ve cut herself on her trip here. We don’t know how she made it from her house. We can’t assume things,” George said. “You’re a fool. I’ll kill him.” Basil stood on shaky legs. “I’ll murder Philips in his bed.”

“No!” George stepped in front of his brother. “You will not.” “He deserves it. That monster.” Basil pushed on George. Myles stood. “If anyone in this room has the right, it’s me. We won’t act rashly. Not tonight. Let’s make sure Claire is safe first. Justice will be there in the morning.” “Myles is right. No one is taking any action tonight. Basil, what if she did defend herself? What if she succeeded too well? Philips might be dead. You running over there like a madman will only show the authorities exactly where to look for her. They’ll arrest her.” “They wouldn’t.” Basil glared.

Myles and George waited for Basil to think through his options. “Hell! What do we do?” Basil asked them both. “We don’t go over there. You and I stay here no matter what. We can’t let any hint of her being here out in public. I’ve handled the doctor. He’ll say you are ill to cover his visits, so you can’t go out at all, or you’ll ruin the ruse. Myles can call on his sister tomorrow and examine the situation without suspicion. We’ll find out if Philips is alive then. If he’s dead, Claire is in much more trouble. We’ll take different action depending on the truth, but we can’t change it now. Go get some food before you fall down.”

“I won’t leave her.” Basil scrutinized her face, anxious to see improvement. “We’ll be with her. You and Mrs. Blake both need food and a few hours of sleep at least. We’ll sort out a schedule tomorrow so Claire always has someone with her, a maid or Mrs. Blake. She won’t be alone. I swear. You’re no good to her like this.” George motioned to Mrs. Blake. “His lordship is right. Let’s go down. Cook has plenty of sandwiches made up waiting with all the flurry of comings and goings. Don’t make her efforts go to waste. Lady Claire must not see you looking ill and distraught when she wakes.” Mrs. Blake guided him out

to the hall and kept talking in a soft, motherly tone. Claire fussed in her sleep. No doubt, Basil had brought her comfort. George closed the door. “I’m sorry about Basil; he’s never going to get over her.” “You don’t get over true love. Not like theirs. I can’t thank you enough for taking her in,” Myles said, looking over at George. George stared back and sat in the chair Basil had vacated. “It’s nothing. She is like a sister to me. I’d have been happier if she married Basil. I know that isn’t your fault. I only wish I’d known before. She had to know I’d take her in at any time.”

“How could you have helped her? Marriage law makes her Philips’ property to rule as he sees fit. That baron would simply force her home again.” Myles shook his head. “We’ll find a way.” “We will. If I’d known before the Season, I could’ve had my old Aunt Jane ask Claire for a visit. Auntie visited my mother regularly when I was young. She is a widow and Philips wouldn’t be tempted to join a party of ladies. A proper older woman who Claire knew as a child, there would be nothing suspicious about such a visit.” “Your cunning is as impressive as ever.” Myles had always admired George’s brain and his body. When

George believed something was right, he’d find a way. Just like being together when they were young. They might have matured, but at heart they were the same men. True character didn’t change. “Then we could have smuggled her out of the country. Even trying to fake her death would mean her husband would want to see a body. A bad illness could’ve bought us enough time to get her on a ship to America with Basil,” George sighed. Myles agreed it would have worked, and George was daring enough to do it. Then Myles realized why George had come up with that solution so quickly. “That’s the plan, isn’t it? If she did kill her husband, we move her out of the

country as soon as possible,” Myles asked. “There isn’t a choice. As soon as it won’t kill her, we’ll have to move her or she’ll be jailed as a murderess. Even if Philips is alive, it may be our only option to keep her from being forced back under his roof.” George leaned back in the chair and rubbed his eyes. “I’m so sorry this fell on your shoulders.” Myles wished he had the power and influence in place to do what George could. He longed to hug and kiss George and show his true appreciation. “It’s Claire; I’d do anything to help her. If we can keep my brother in line, it’ll work out in the end. Somehow.”

George stared at Myles as though all of George’s fury was about Myles. “We should put our past behind us. For Claire’s sake.” Myles stood up and paced. George crossed his arms. “Past is past. We were young. There’s nothing to discuss. I’ll write to my man tonight and have him arrange things if you need to flee with Claire. Various options, Italy, Greece, or America.” “You didn’t bring your steward?” Myles asked. “He stayed behind to handle some matters of tenants and such. I didn’t know you were coming to London when I left. I’ll request he join us. Our families are old friends, but you staying

here will look better if my steward is briefing you on the estate as well. Otherwise, people might ask why you’re not staying with your sister.” George continued to think of all the angles. “Don’t worry too much. Old friends would be enough if Claire weren’t hiding here.” Myles put a hand on George’s shoulder but backed off at the tension. “You’re not doing this alone. If I have to take on Philips, it’s my place.” A knock on the door halted their conversation. “Come,” George answered. Mrs. Blake entered. “Pardon me, my lord. You and Lieutenant Harris should get some food and rest. Your brother’s valet talked him

into a bath and sleep so he looks his best for Lady Claire when she wakes.” “It’s all right, Mrs. Blake. You need your rest too.” Myles wouldn’t work a servant round the clock. “Thank you, but I spoke with the maids. Minnie here nursed her brother after some serious injuries in our first round against Napoleon. It was her afternoon off, but she’s back and happy to handle the night shift with Lady Claire.” Mrs. Blake pointed to the sturdy-looking girl about Claire’s age standing in the hall. “You’re sure you’re awake enough for this tonight?” Myles asked. “Yes, sir. I’m fine. I spent plenty of sleepless nights with my brother. You

have to watch every little thing. No offense, but men aren’t much use in the sickroom.” She bobbed a curtsy. “Mrs. Blake, thank you. Have the hall boy check on Minnie every hour or so, just in case she gets sleepy. If the doctor is needed, don’t hesitate. Thank you.” George pointed a finger at the girl. “They put Lieutenant Harris in the connecting chamber to your room, my lord. It was the only one ready enough. This was the prepared guestroom and things have been focused here so we’ve not aired another one. We usually don’t open this many rooms as it is,” Mrs. Blake said. “Thank you Mrs. Blake, that room is perfectly fine. The Harrises are like

family. I’ll be lending Harris my valet as well so it’s convenient.” George walked out into the hall and Myles followed. “Very good, my lord. We’ve put some sandwiches in your rooms. I’ll send the valet to help you. Lady Claire needs you both rested in the morning.” Mrs. Blake smiled at them. Twenty minutes later, Myles locked the door behind the valet. He walked to the connecting door and resisted the desire to knock. George had left Myles to the navy and seemed cold and callous about everything except Claire. Still, the attraction was there between them. A glowing fire filled with history neither dared to touch.

Then he heard a slight tap. Myles brushed it off as wishful thinking. No doubt George had found himself another eager man to warm his bed. An earl could buy any man he wanted along with his silence. Myles wanted George alone. No sexual encounter at sea had come close to his connection with George. Another two raps on the door couldn’t be dismissed. He tapped back once. The door swung open and George pulled Myles through without invitation. Myles was pinned to the wall as George’s mouth plundered his roughly. Lust blotted out the past. They both needed release, and Myles clung to George without shame. He returned the

kiss, tasting George’s mouth and pressing against his hard body. Minutes later, George pushed away and yanked off his shirt. Shedding themselves of the valet’s hard work, Myles knew they were merely using each other. He also believed he’d be safe with George. He’d never been with another man on land. Whatever anger was between them, they had to put it aside for Claire. The lust, however, wouldn’t be denied. He pushed a gloriously naked George onto the grand bed. Myles had missed the luxuries of home but not nearly as much as he’d missed this man. George’s rank made things easier, but he’d have loved him even if he were just

a footman. Before their parting, they were one soul. The physical need bridged the rift. George’s body had matured, and his shoulders felt broader. Under the same roof, they’d never be able to keep their hands off each other, regardless of how they felt. Lust filled Myles’ body and his erection grew. The sight of George’s body already aroused made Myles long to bar the doors and never leave the bedchamber. Myles kissed down George’s muscled chest and back up to devour his mouth. The chemistry between them pulsed as strong as ever. Time and circumstances hadn’t changed their needs. Pressing his body fully into George’s, their erections rubbed together

and Myles’ control slipped. There was no denying the truth; sexual need trumped the tensions of their past. The secrets that had been kept for years burned within Myles. He longed to share every thought and detail with George like they had in their youth, but everything had changed. The earl seemed barely interested in speaking unless it was about Claire. George couldn’t be so unfeeling and cold if he cared so much about a woman who wasn’t his responsibility. Myles couldn’t give up hope. He soaked in the feel of George. If he could have these moments, Myles could survive. No other man pulled Myles into such a deep, dark fog and

held him like George. As long as Claire was here and safe, the men could use each other in bed without fear. A twinge of guilt made Myles stop. He rested his forehead on George’s. “Are we horrible?” The men rolled and George was on top. “It took everything I had not to take you in that room at the club. We’re wretched and lustful. We know she’s safe and alive. The servants will fetch us if she gets worse. I’ll go mad if we wait days. It’s safer than a Molly-House.” “I wanted a happy homecoming. Everything in my life has been hell. This can’t be denied.” Myles shook his head. “For now, we’ll pretend there are no problems.” George kissed Myles deeply

as he stroked his cock. Lifting his hips, Myles knew George always achieved his goals. Stopping now wouldn’t make tomorrow or the next day any easier. They needed clear heads, not burning desires to face the troubles ahead. Would their desire ever be quenched? Could they be friends again? Their personal differences would wait. As much as Myles wanted to have it out with George, the stubborn earl wouldn’t address anything before he was ready. Myles wrapped his arms around George’s neck and thrust into his hand. Then George slid down. Myles closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of George’s mouth against his

chest. George’s fingers grazed the ticklish spot on Myles’ ribs and he pushed at the larger man. The tension evaporated, and there was nothing else in the world but George. So different from the hot, rough, and quick encounters Myles had onboard ship. He and George were lost in their own little world that no war or other man could invade. Until those fingers caught the scar on Myles’ side. “What happened?” George asked. “Does it matter? A little bit of flesh lost to the French. Nothing compared to what Claire has endured. You can take inventory later.” Myles tangled his hand in George’s hair and guided him to the

part of his body that needed real attention. George knelt by the side of the bed like a boy saying his prayers. It was easy to picture George as a boy causing trouble. They were quite a pair as children. Today they were men with no one to separate them but themselves...and Society. Their bodies had matured and reality blocked their ancient love. When George sucked Myles’ balls the world was right again. Strong hands and a rough tongue kept Myles in place. As George swallowed his cock down to the base, Myles closed his eyes for a moment. Just a moment because he needed to see it was George. It wasn’t

another dream, not a fantasy onboard a ship. They were on solid ground in a grand house in London. Alone all night and free to do whatever they wanted to each other. The joy filled him as much as the lust. Watching George, Myles lifted into his mouth. The intense ache grew as George squeezed Myles’ sac and moaned. One of George’s hands slid up Myles’ side to that scar. Myles grabbed George’s hand and held it tight. When George squeezed back, Myles knew he’d never let go. Their need was there, as strong as ever. It might be buried deep, but it wasn’t dead. The feelings couldn’t be.

George’s touch changed to a possessive grip—rougher and hard. Myles gave in. Fucking George’s mouth, Myles stared at the man he’d been denied for years. Losing control, he shut his eyes and came with a groan. Myles trembled at the sensation of George licking and kissing his member even after the deed was done. Not wanting to move, Myles basked in the moment until George kissed up his chest and claimed Myles’ mouth once again. Myles pulled George back onto the bed and inhaled that unique scent. Sex wasn’t enough. The closeness, honesty, and intimacy they’d missed for years pained Myles. “It’s just sex,” George said.

“Right.” Myles flipped George onto his back and went straight for his erection. The time for play was behind them. Myles marveled at how George’s skin had such a unique taste. Sucking George’s cock was better than walking into his own home again. It was even better than stepping on dry land after years at sea. Myles took George’s erection all the way down and moaned at the throbbing sensation. George’s hand pushed down on Myles’ neck. Rocking together, George fucked Myles’ mouth like a man long ignored. Myles ran his hands along George’s strong thighs. His body was unmarked and beautifully pale, such a contrast to

Myles’ sun-beaten hands. Easing back, he stroked George’s cock and sucked on the tip. George grabbed Myles’ hair. The tension built and a release came in a groaning slew of curses. Myles took them all as the cum filled his mouth. Swallowing every drop, he lapped for more. Myles kept George on the bed and kissed his shaft then trailed up over his stomach. Finally, George pulled the sailor up to the pillows. Like a proper couple, they were in a bed, safe and warm. Myles punched a pillow to feel the support but rested his head on George’s shoulder. “I missed this,” Myles said.

George’s strong arms wrapped protectively around his tanned skin. “Don’t start conversations we can’t have this moment. We don’t need a fight. We have to work together for Claire.” Myles felt the chill even in George’s arms. “The world was always against us. We were dreamers,” Myles said. George tensed. He hated when he was bested. The man had power and brains. Myles knew George too well, even after all those years. He rubbed his hands over the earl’s nipples and pressed. George relaxed and moaned. His answer was to pull Myles in for a kiss.

When Myles cupped George’s ass, he tensed. Everything stopped and George pushed the sailor back. “What?” Myles asked. “We need to sleep. I want this as much as you do. More if you count how long it’s been, but we’ll be no use to anyone exhausted.” George’s expression went blank. Myles rubbed his neck, and for the first time in a while, he thought of his sister. “We must think of Claire. We’ll have to be up before the valet comes in anyway.” “Once we’re done with Philips and Claire is fit again, I’ll give my valet the day off and exhaust you. Make no mistake. I will have my every way with

you. I’ve had plenty of years to think about it.” George squeezed Myles’ ass and gave it a smack. “So have I.” Myles couldn’t wait until all they had to worry about was resolving their issues and hopefully building a life together, if possible. “Don’t start things. Go to sleep. The house feels peaceful. If it stays that way, tomorrow might look better.” George slid down a bit on the pillows but held Myles to him. Holding on, Myles thought of George and forgot his life at sea. He would repair his life somehow and make it up to his sister. Myles let sleep take him before he started searching for an answer and ended up pacing all night.

Chapter Three Waking early, George hoped and feared it’d all been a dream. Myles lay there surrounded by pillows with one leg over the covers. With no idea of the conditions onboard a ship, George could only imagine what Myles’ bed looked like there. Clearly he enjoyed George’s bed more. Glancing at the clock, George knew they had time, but he had to wake Myles. The peace made his face more handsome than ever. Myles’ behavior didn’t indicate he was forced or coerced. Perhaps it’d been the lie he told his father to cover for their sinful ways?

Dwelling on the past was useless. George resented the pain that had plagued him every day. Having it out with Myles would only endanger Claire. George had been selfish enough with the sex, but he had to keep his feelings under control. Myles was not to blame for Claire’s marriage or neglect. They had to work together. They were older. Certainly they’d matured. While finally freer to run their lives, George would never forget the past. He surrendered to the lust and ignored his mind. Tugging the covers back, he kissed his way down Myles’ muscled back. Myles’ firm, round ass teased George who gave in and squeezed the flesh. The passion took him

back to his teens, but George had to remember the years they’d been apart. Even if Myles was stuck in the navy and George’s life had gone on without much change, they’d both grown. They’d have to learn each other again—if they could make peace. Myles was more confident than he’d been; George liked that. Spreading Myles’ ass cheeks, George felt Myles stir. “Good morning,” George said. “It is. I’ll be right back.” Myles slid from the bed and George’s grip. Waiting impatiently, George fell back in the pillows. Minutes later, Myles returned with a box. He knelt on the bed and opened it.

“Spoils of war. The French make it better.” Myles set out a decorative pot. “I’ve got something like it; the grease is important.” George opened the pot and ran it between his fingers. “Nice.” “Use what you like. I need more than your mouth today.” Myles crawled on top of George and kissed him. “You’ll get much more.” George’s cock hardened as Myles’ straddled George’s hips. Myles kissed him deeper. “What went wrong?” “Right now, I don’t care. Don’t ruin this.” George let his hands roam over Myles’ muscled arms and chest. The

power and maturity showed. He touched the scar. “You hate me. I see it in your eyes.” Myles shifted, teasing George’s cock. Lifting to create more friction, George nodded. “There’s betrayal in your eyes as well.” “Never hate,” Myles said against George’s lips. Hard and eager not to talk about things, George grabbed the grease and rubbed a bit on Myles’ ass. “Ride. I want to see you.” Myles moaned. “You’re as highhanded as ever.” “I am not.” George grabbed his lover’s ass and pulled him down.

“Yes, my lord.” Myles groaned and took the shaft. Arching his back, George watched Myles take his cock like an expert. Unlike their very first time when Myles was so tight, now George could really fuck his man. George refused to think about the other men Myles had been with. Were they bigger? Better? George trusted Myles wanted him more. “You’re so big,” Myles moaned. “You’ve taken it before.” George smiled as Myles rode up and down. Grabbing Myles’ hard cock, George teased him. “Damn it, George. We’re not going to get caught. We don’t have to rush.” Myles’ hips snapped faster.

George lifted to Myles’ ass harder and matched his pace. Myles’ muscles squeezing him made George groan. He jerked Myles’ cock, slapping it playfully. It wouldn’t be enough. Once would never last him all day. He wanted to go slowly yet reality would knock on the door soon. The idea of being caught spurred his arousal. “I won’t let you go again,” George said through gritted teeth. “I’ll be at the next estate. Convenient.” Myles ground down on George’s cock and moaned. George smacked Myles’ rump a few times. Cum shot from Myles’ cock as he shuddered. The squeezing and rocking sent George into his own daze of

pleasure. Coming inside his lover made it so much better than the nights alone. Thinking of Myles and actually fucking him were nothing alike. The exquisite release George had while staring at the man he’d loved for so long was painful. It proved even better than their very first time. Staying joined, George pulled Myles by the hair down for a kiss. “I want to fuck you as well,” Myles said. “No time. The valet will be here soon. You have to go back and make your bed look slept in. Hide the grease in the trunk so you can always claim it was a naval prank from your pals onboard if it were ever found. There

will be other chances.” George held Myles for a second and then slid free. As Myles left, the look in his eye said he longed for more. George wanted to take more time and indulge as well. Instead, he closed his eyes. No other man did this to him, but could he ever trust Myles again? Part of him wondered if Myles preferred any of his shipmates sexually. It wasn’t important at the moment, but the question nagged at George. His experience was so limited. He rearranged the bed so it looked as if he’d slept alone like normal and cursed himself for not being able to resist. *****

Myles paced outside the guestroom where the doctor was examining his sister. The maid who’d nursed her all night exited the room after answering the doctor’s questions. “She had a good night?” Basil asked. After talking at breakfast, Myles had to admit Basil was more in control. Yet he clearly had only one focus. Minnie bobbed a curtsy to the gentlemen. “She was calm and sleeping. When she fussed, I gave her a bit of laudanum to ease the pain.” “She shouldn’t be in any pain. Give her as much as she needs,” Basil insisted. “No, sir. Too many soldiers do that and won’t ever let go of the bottle. My

brother may have cursed me and the pain, but he’s recovered.” Minnie held her ground. “She’s right, Basil. I’ve seen too many injured men get stuck on the stuff or turn out to be drunks. If she can sleep then the pain is tolerable, that’s enough. We need her alert and awake at some point so she can eat.” Myles couldn’t forget George’s point from the night before. If her husband was dead, Claire might be spending the rest of her life in America under another name. Myles had to keep her safe. Nothing was more important. The doctor stepped from the room and nodded. “Lady Philips is stronger this morning. Her heart and lungs sound

good. She isn’t staying awake for long, but as I suspected, there are internal injuries. Bed rest is best. Mrs. Blake gave her some broth and the fact that she ate is a good sign. I’m very encouraged.” “But she should stay in bed and not be moved?” George asked. “Absolutely. There is no way to know the extent of her injuries. I’ll check on her again tomorrow but I’d say she’ll be in that bed for a few more days at least. Stick with broth and water and plenty of it.” The doctor closed his bag. “I’m sorry there isn’t more I can do.” “What about the pain? Is she comfortable?” Basil asked.

“I’ve left another bottle of laudanum. If she can rest quietly, she’s taken enough. If she’s too sleepy it’s hard to examine her properly. Have no fear gentlemen, Mrs. Blake and Minnie know what they’re doing. If you’ll excuse me, I have some other visits to make.” The doctor headed for the stairs. Basil and Mrs. Blake went right in while Minnie headed for the servants’ stairs. “Doctor, a word?” George said. “Of course, my lord.” The doctor stopped. “Any word on Lord Philips?” Myles asked. “No, he hasn’t made any inquiries of me. As I said last night, I’m here to look

in on Mr. Hardwick. No matter what happens, I wouldn’t move her for another two days at least. She’s frail and needs to be still.” “Thank you, Doctor.” George gestured to Davis. Myles watched the doctor and butler descend the stairs. “No word. I should go and call on Philips.” “Let’s see Claire first. When you go to see Philips, you have to be calm and indifferent. You’re the injured party. He’s lost your sister,” George said. “I know, if only the law agreed. It seems that I should know my brother-inlaw and not be calling on a stranger.” Myles tapped his foot.

“You have to keep your temper. If you can’t, don’t go. You’re not a good liar.” George squeezed Myles’ shoulder. “I made it through the navy without anyone knowing the truth. They thought I was just another man who’d marry a nice woman when back on land. I can hide things if I must.” Myles frowned. “Then hide your shock and temper. Mentally prepare yourself. If I see Philips today, I might slit his throat and flee to America without a single regret.” George opened the door to Claire’s room and let Myles go in first. Myles focused on Claire and had to admit her color looked much better today, at least in her cheeks. Some of the bruising had begun to show on her arms

and neck. There was no way to know how much abuse Philips had exposed Claire to. Was this an isolated incident because of Basil or a matter of routine because he was simply a cruel ass who needed to be whipped to death? Myles seethed, doubting it was a one-time occurrence. “Are you feeling all right yourself, Lieutenant Harris?” Mrs. Blake asked. He shook off the thoughts of revenge. “Yes, thank you. I didn’t expect the bruising so soon.” “It’ll be uglier before it improves. I do believe she’ll survive it.” Mrs. Blake nodded with a smile. “The doctor said nothing about Philips.” Myles informed his brother.

Basil turned to Myles. “You’re going to see him?” “We must keep up the appearance for Claire’s sake. If I didn’t try to visit my sister, it’d look very suspicious. I went yesterday before I knew any of this, and no one was at home. We’ll see what I find this morning.” Myles kissed his sister’s forehead and left the room. A quarter of an hour later, Myles was shown into the study of Lord Philips’ London home. The short man sipped a glass of what smelled like whiskey at far too early an hour. “The famous Lieutenant Harris,” Philips said mockingly. “Mr. Harris really; I’m done with my naval career. It’s a pleasure to meet you,

Lord Philips. I am sorry I was unable to attend the wedding.” Myles did his best to sound sincere. “War waits for neither man nor wedding. I’m sure you enjoyed your time at sea. You’re a wealthy man of property out in the country. The dream of every second son.” Philips sat back. “I had hoped to see my sister. It’s only a social call. There’s really no business we need to discuss.” Myles looked carefully, and Philips appeared thoroughly uninjured, but his fists were meaty masses that could inflict pain. George would be relieved that Claire hadn’t murdered Philips. Myles’ fears shifted to Philips coming to claim her.

“My wife is out,” Philips replied coolly. “Do you know where she is? I called last night, and I do really want to see her. It’s been years.” Myles couldn’t tell if Philips’ lack of concern was an act or if he truly didn’t care where his wife was. If he beat her, would he truly let her run away without ardent pursuit? He could’ve been so drunk he didn’t remember it today. Myles hated all of the options before him. “No, she said she’d be visiting friends. Might even stay there a day or so. I have some business to attend to, and ladies grow bored easily. All that mourning was dull and she’s enjoying London. I shouldn’t worry. The butler

has your message, and he’ll deliver it as soon as my wife returns.” Philips stood as if indicating the meeting was over. “Surely she came home last night. My sister is not one for late night parties,” Myles said matter-of-factly. “Your sister is my wife, and it’s for me to say what is or isn’t right for her to do. We have the name of your club and, if she has time, I’m sure my wife will send a message to you. Invite you to tea or something. We do have many engagements planned already with our own set of friends.” Philips took a step and signaled to his butler. “Thank you. I’m glad my sister is in such good hands. I’ll be going.” Myles

stood and bowed. The lies almost made him ill, but Myles maintained the act. Exiting the house was like an escape. Breathing deeply, he began the route his sister would’ve most likely taken toward George’s place. He walked briskly to burn off the frustration. Used to a more active physical regime onboard, he felt stiff and useless sitting around. However, given his sister’s condition, Myles began to seriously doubt she could have traversed the blocks and blocks of distance on foot. George’s home was in a much better part of London, just as an earl’s should be. Perhaps in a frenzied state, desperate to arrive at a safe place, Claire had managed it on pure nerves.

He admired his sister so much more now. The woman had strength no one ever gave her credit for in younger years. There was always a chance that a servant had helped Claire and might fold under Phillips’ interrogation. Myles couldn’t do anything except protect his sister. As he approached George’s home, something made Myles stop. He’d intended to buy new clothing on his first full day back in London. Everything but the uniforms he owned was woefully out of fashion. That could certainly wait, however getting word at the club to forward his messages to Lord Thistledown’s townhome could not. It would be a day

of errands, but if Philips tried to check up on Myles in any way, he would be helping his sister greatly by sorting out his cover story to avoid Philips suspicions. ***** George paced in the library. He’d written letters and handled everything he could. Still, Myles hadn’t returned. Davis knew to send Myles in as soon as he arrived. If George went off to retrace Myles’ steps, it could reveal Claire’s location and bring more trouble to the tenuous situation. All George could do was wait. And worry.

He’d done a ridiculous amount of worrying in the last day. Claire’s health, Basil’s self-control, what Philips knew, and now Myles’ safety. For years, George had worried Myles would be killed in battle. Even the betrayal didn’t stop those deep concerns. Could Myles be truly trusted? A man of action, George hated being limited. Until Philips made a move, this was safer. George had to let Myles handle this publically at present. Some things had to be concealed. George’s lack of interest in women made him good at misdirection, but for Claire’s sake, he had to trust Myles with some things. The two men had sworn to be honest with each other as teens, but it

had fallen apart. Could they ever be friends again? George had mourned the life they’d planned on before. Much of that had hinged on traveling for business. Before the navy nonsense, George planned to help Myles start a business, and the men could travel for it together. If George stayed in one place too long, the pressure to marry would increase. George remained an attractive marital prospect for title alone. Myles had a nice estate, which put him on the list of single women all over England. Hearing the door, George pushed aside that problem of the future. No one knew yet what the reality of their lives would look like tomorrow, much less in another year.

As the door opened, Davis bowed his head. “Lieutenant Harris, my lord.” “Thank you, Davis. That’s all for now.” George remained calm until the door closed and he heard Davis walk away. “What’s wrong?” Myles asked. George stalked to the door and pushed Myles up against it. One hard kiss as relief swirled with annoyance inside of George. Myles was safe. George let Myles go and paced off some energy. “Where the hell have you been? It’s been nearly three hours.” “Philips is alive. I had to go back to the club and have them forward any messages here in case he checked up on

my accommodations.” Myles leaned against the door with his arms folded. “Damn it! I thought...” “Thought what?” Myles asked. George hated to admit all the terrifying things that had crossed his mind. “That Philips had attacked you. The two of you might have come to blows. Your father might have told him about us, and he could use it against us. Hell, Philips could have figured out that we have Claire and was going to the authorities. All sorts of terrible options occurred to me. You were to keep it brief with Philips.” “I did. Philips acted as if nothing was wrong. He said Claire was out calling on friends but refused to say

whom. The baron made it very clear that he was her husband and that takes precedence over a brother. I mentioned I’d been by the night before and he said the message would be passed on when she returned.” Myles shook his head. “She’s not returning,” George added coldly. “I agree. However, Philips is keeping up the charade. He suggested she’d send me an invitation for tea or dinner. Of course, that first night I’d left word that I was staying at the club.” Myles sighed. George nodded. “If Philips is at all suspicious that you’re involved in his wife’s disappearance, he’ll send a message to test you. He might even stop

by the club or send someone to check on you.” “Precisely. Considering my arrival and Claire’s departure happened on the same night, I thought it was a prudent move. The club said no one had been by looking for me, but they would take any message and forward them here. I kept a room there in my name, just in case I needed to return. That way the club should be less suspicious.” Myles shrugged. “A naval officer just returned to London would have many people to visit. Since your father sold your London home a few years back, there is no permanent residence for you. The club is safe and you can stay with friends off

and on. At least Philips didn’t get there first.” George took a deep breath and studied Myles. He’d concealed something. “Damn right. Philips is dangerous. When I asked where my sister was, he said she was staying with friends a day or so. It makes no sense when they have a home in London. It’s as though he wanted to feel me out as well,” said Myles. “The crush on the roads must’ve been bad for you to take all that time for a call and a word at the club.” George moved closer to Myles. “You are vexing at times, George.” Myles smiled. “I stopped off at the tailor on the way back. I didn’t think you’d be

watching the door. Other than uniforms, I have nothing that fits or is in fashion. I placed an order for some new things to be made up and they checked my measurements. That’s all.” George had intended to suggest that very thing, but Myles’ wardrobe seemed trivial yesterday. “A smart move to make it appear that everything is normal in your world. I was worried about Philips. Clearly, he’s violent.” “He knows he has the trump card. She’s his wife and the law is on his side. Unless she turned up dead, he’s free and safe. Seeing as she left the house alive, he could even declare himself innocent of anything that happened later.” Myles

pushed away from the door and paced in the room. “I know. We’re not in the best position. But he’s alive and that’s one thing in our favor. If we keep her here, safe and concealed until she’s healthy in a few more days, she’ll be completely out of danger.” Myles stared at George in disbelief. “From her injuries,” George clarified. “Then we’ll have to get her away from Philips. He’ll likely make the next move. You’re very right. The club is where he’ll go to test you. That bit of covering your tracks was essential.” “I don’t know if it’ll be enough.” Myles sat down in one of George’s library chairs.

“Meaning?” George sat next to him. “He didn’t seem overly concerned, but he made it clear she was his wife. I don’t think he’ll look the other way if we take her off somewhere. He’ll come after me. If he finds out I’m staying here, I have no doubt he’ll turn up at your door.” Myles shook his head. George leaned over. “Relax. The club won’t let him burst in and inspect your room. There are rights and privacy there. Besides, if Philips comes here it’ll be because of Claire and Basil talking last night. I’m shocked he hasn’t shown up yet.” “Let’s pray he finds something to distract himself,” Myles said.

“If only Claire were well enough to write a note to him. Any lie, any letter written in her hand might buy us more time. I checked on her while you were gone. She’s still far too weak even when awake.” George had few options left. “Should we be seen in public? Attend a ball tonight?” Myles asked. A knot formed in George’s stomach. He wanted to be seen with Myles and yet feared anyone guessing the nature of their true relationship. The complex world they’d have to navigate meant being careful all the time—together or not. “I don’t think us being seen together will protect your sister. If you think you should go out and be social, that’s reasonable. If Basil were truly ill, I’d

stay in. We should maintain the lie we’ve asked Dr. Wallis to tell.” “You’re right. The lies we weave. I wish we could simply go home. Return to the estates and care for Claire until she’s healed. She and Basil could be together and we could...” Myles looked at George. “We’ll be neighbors, like it or not.” George crossed his arms tightly and sat. “I miss our childhood. If I could marry Claire to Basil and the world would accept it, I’d do it. We’d be set for heirs. We’d be family and have to sort out our feud. You’d still want me,” Myles said. “Want isn’t trust or anything more. Things can’t be the same.” George shook

his head. “We can forgive and move on. You’ve done so much for Claire. I refuse to believe you hate me. You hurt me, but that’s not the end. We can make peace once our families are safe.” Myles stood and moved to George’s chair. The mood in the room shifted. George remained silent despite wanting to point out that Myles had been the one to leave with no word. Finally, George watched as Myles knelt and opened George’s breeches. His cock responded instantly. His brain could do nothing more for the situation. Myles sucked George’s sac, and all he could do was lean back and take it. Praying no

one entered, George closed his eyes and let Myles have his way. In no time, George was hard as stone. Wanting more than tongue, he stood. However Myles took control and pulled out a snuffbox. He opened it, and there was grease, not snuff, inside. George smiled. “That’s a clever place to keep it. Always have it with you?” “That’s the idea.” Myles kissed George slowly then turned him to face the chair and pushed his breeches down off his ass. Tensing, George bent over as Myles softly pressed his hands on George’s back. He hadn’t done this often when they were younger. Myles loved to be

the one taking the mast. Bracing his hands on the chair, George firmed his stance and tried to prepare. The tension in him would only make it painful. Myles’ playful tongue erased every worry as soon as George felt it skim along his rear entrance. There seemed no end to Myles’ patience as he flicked and licked at George’s entrance while fingers spread the cheeks so there was no mistake. “You want it,” Myles said. “It’s been so long,” George gasped. “Say yes.” Myles rubbed a greasyfeeling substance to the spot. George moaned at the new sensation. Whatever Myles had, it felt good. “Yes. I can take it.”

“Damn right you will. Years of wishing I could have you as openly and shamelessly as the men who did this at sea have driven me crazy.” Myles licked his way along George’s spine. The heat of Myles’ cock pressed between his ass cheeks made George shudder. He held onto the chair and groaned as Myles pressed for entry. It’d been so long. He felt the confidence in Myles. George took a deep breath and relaxed his body to do something that was not in his nature—to yield. Myles took George’s ass, inch after inch. Every time George thought he had it all, there was more. When Myles pulled back, George tightened and tried

to keep it. The play and the lust made him dizzy. “You’re tight. I love that you’re mine,” Myles said against George’s neck. “Only yours.” George refused to think about the other men Myles had on that ship. Myles had come back and wanted him. George buried his resentment and hate. There was real love in their past and he hadn’t let go of it. Rocking back on Myles’ cock, George felt Myles’ sac pressing and knew he had every bit of Myles’ erection. The grease worked well and the men came together again and again. George grabbed his own cock and

stroked it for a second. Then Myles’ hand took over. Thrusting into Myles’ hand as Myles thrust into George’s ass, the heat grew quickly. Grunting and moaning, George knew he had to give in completely to enjoy what they had. It was so fast. Silently, he came in Myles’ hand and rocked back to keep that long cock where it belonged. Myles kept on squeezing George’s cock and using the cream to tease him more. “Good,” Myles said. “Finish it. People might come in,” George said through gritted teeth. The feel of Myles fucking him still made George shake. He loved it, but this

was play for the bedroom alone, not broad daylight in the library. Myles’ hands rubbed under George’s shirt along his chest, teasing his nipples as he kept filling George’s ass faster and faster. George listened to Myles breathe harder and knew it was a matter of moments. Bracing, George felt Myles’ climax as the man’s weight sagged against him. The rush of forbidden intimacy sent pulses throughout George. It was beyond forbidden; to be found like this meant death at worst, exile at best. However, when they’d discovered their passion, they knew nothing of law or shame. Some bonds couldn’t be broken with time or distance.

For a moment they were frozen, neither willing to move. Finally, Myles eased from George. Doing up his breeches, George turned to look at Myles as he did the same. “You loved it,” Myles said. Unable to find the words, George pulled Myles in and kissed him hard. The slow embrace would get them in as much trouble, but George couldn’t care about anything but staying close to Myles at that moment. Myles kissed down George’s neck. “You are as romantic as your brother. You just hide it better.” “I have to hide it. We both do. I hope you’re not thinking of Basil.” George took a step back.

“No, I’m only interested in the elder Hardwick. Hate is the opposite of love, and I’ve loved and hated you for years. I know you feel both for me. If you believe the poets, love wins.” Myles smiled at him. “I’m going to check on Claire.” George watched Myles leave. He wanted to do things to Myles’ ass. However, they had to be in control, especially in London. Too many eyes watching and tongues wagging could start a rumor that would follow them. George needed to be alone and regain his control before joining the others upstairs.

Chapter Four The next morning, Myles wanted George to have his way. After what Myles had done the day before in the library, he knew George would take charge overnight, and he thoroughly had. Sex was the best distraction and the one thing they weren’t getting nearly enough of. When they talked about anything but Claire, bitterness and hurt boiled up. Myles wanted to clear the air, but George had built walls around his heart. One by one, Myles was pulling down the walls between them and George hadn’t noticed. George caring about Myles’ safety had knocked down a whole layer as far as the sailor was

concerned. It’d been so long since anyone had cared where Myles was or if he was safe, that it felt wonderful. George could claim it was about Claire, but the men knew each other too well. The navy kept tabs on its crew, true, but in war—death was a reality. Getting too attached to friends onboard only made it harder in battle. Myles received the odd letter from Claire, but mail delivery was not very reliable. Myles’ father and brother only wrote to remind him of their rise in Society and his sickness wouldn’t be tolerated. He wouldn’t be supported in any way if he left the navy and took up with men. The two elder Harris men had been dead for months when the news reached

Myles. It’d been well over a year since the deaths before Myles could get approved for release from duty and back to port. His mourning was done and thankfully his time at war with France and his own family had both ended. Even with all those men onboard ship in such close quarters, Myles had felt terribly alone. He’d gotten used to it. As George kissed up Myles’ chest, it started to truly sink in that someone did care. Myles believed deep down that George had never stopped. Whatever George believed Myles had done, the hate came from their love. Just like Myles’ pent-up feeling of betrayal. He’d believed George might find a way to free him. Rescue him.

Every day and every minute Myles was away from George had been painful. He’d gone numb after a year. The bitterness was gone. The Earl of Thistledown would protect his sister. Myles believed the men could find their way back together with a little patience. His sister mattered more and the fact that George felt that way only made Myles’ heart melt faster. Myles deepened the kiss the second George reached his mouth. Their tongues tangled, but Myles gripped George’s neck to keep him right there. “You’re getting fucked. Don’t argue today. You played games in the library. That was enough of a risk,” George said.

“I’m all yours, George. You don’t know what it means.” Myles kissed his cheek. “What means?” George gripped Myles’ cock and caressed it slowly. Moaning, Myles stretched. “Yesterday. You were worried about me.” “Of course. I don’t want you dead.” He touched the scar on Myles’ side. It wasn’t something Myles would ever brag about. When their ship was hit during battle, Myles had been thrown back, and he landed on a splintered piece of wood. The damn wound had taken forever to heal, but he’d lived. George kissed Myles again when he stayed quiet.

“You think I didn’t worry about you? Follow your ship in the news?” George rubbed his cock along Myles’ thigh. “I couldn’t think about it. I assumed you hated me so much you wanted to be free. I’d been set adrift. Not a word in all those years; it killed me.” Myles slid his hands over George’s strong shoulders and down his back. “Never. I wanted you here, never gone. I hated you but could never wish you any harm. Why risk your neck in the navy rather than stay safe with me? Even if you wanted to sample other men.” George licked down Myles’ chest. Before Myles could object to George’s insane assumption, George had Myles’ cock deep in his mouth. Lifting,

Myles couldn’t deny how good it felt to be fucking George again. “I’d never leave you intentionally. I didn’t want anyone else. I’m not used to people caring where I go or what I do. The Navy had control and issued orders but no one cares if you make it or not. I was cooped up on a ship alone.” George kissed Myles’ balls and bit them gently. “I don’t want you on a leash. Just safe.” “I believe you.” Myles gripped George’s hair and filled his mouth again and again. Then George moaned. When Myles tried to pull George back, he went down even more until he had Myles’ entire shaft. The stimulation stole Myles’ self-

control. His hips pressed into the bed as pressure gave, turning to sweet relief as he came into George’s mouth. Letting his head fall back into those plump pillows, Myles knew this was where he belonged for the rest of his life —George’s bed. “You’re playing with me, my lord.” “Don’t you my lord me. You like it.” George rolled Myles to one side and smacked his ass hard five times before letting him roll back. “You never played rough before.” Myles had experienced so much variety onboard that nothing would shock him. George’s dominance coming through felt like another wall coming down. He was being true to himself.

“We were kids. We were younger. I’d never hurt you.” He rubbed the grease on Myles’ ass. “You’re coming for me every way possible this morning. It’s still dark; there is plenty of time for more before the servants are about. You’ll be begging me to take charge day and night.” “A little pain shows you love me. I’d beg but it’d only flatter your pride.” Myles lifted his ass to tease his lover. George grabbed a pillow and shoved it under Myles’ rear. The position made Myles freeze for a second. Onboard, most of the sex was like animals, bent over and with no eye contact. Or it was oral. Very little eye contact or romance occurred. This was already intimate and

rough. George was going to take him like a woman. Anticipation and arousal gripped Myles deeply. “Relax, you know you can take it.” George smiled. “It’s not the physical. Being out of the navy. Being here with you. It’s starting to feel real. I know it sounds foolish, but it’s felt like a dream. Or a nightmare, with Claire’s situation. The truth has not sunk in yet that I’m free. I won’t wake up on the ship again ever.” He grabbed George’s arm and pulled him closer. “You won’t be on a naval ship again, ever. We’re both very free. Maybe I should make it hurt just a little so you

know how real it is.” George bit Myles’ nipple. Groaning, Myles pressed up to those sharp teeth until it did hurt. “Fuck me. Don’t be a tease. Pay me back for yesterday.” George released the nipple and bit Myles’ lower lip. “It’s not payback. It’s real and you must not look away from me.” Myles nodded as George took his ass hard. Did George resent the position yesterday? Next time, Myles would have to do better and prove himself for good measure. Rocking his ass to George in time with his thrusts, he looked deep into George’s eyes and held the connection.

The warmth of their intimacy slowly spread through Myles. With George’s hands pushing on Myles’ chest, he arched for more of that cock deep inside of him. The stretching pinched, but Myles wanted to possess all of George. Pulling on his arms until George yielded and moved closer, Myles kissed him. Fucking became grinding and Myles wanted the moment to go on forever. George gripped Myles’ hair and roughly jerked his cock with the other hand. The ache and pressure built inside Myles as he felt George’s control slip. A few short thrusts and Myles felt George’s climax. The soft moans got lost as they kissed. George’s hand began on

Myles’ shaft again. The merciless tugging made Myles yield in every way, shaking as he let the release possess him. George’s tense shoulders finally easing was the only clue. Myles held him tight. There was no rush to let go. ***** Five hours later, George sat in his drawing room with Myles and George’s man of business who’d just arrived from the country. As the other two went over the details of Myles’ estate, George thought about the morning. They’d both suffered in the absence yet George had his stability to fall back on. The same house, servants, and even his brother had

been there to take his mind off his broken heart. Meanwhile, Myles had been in a foreign environment at sea, surrounded by death, and while he had access to sex, Myles had desperately missed the one man he loved. Something in the way Myles talked of the navy told George it wasn’t his choice. They had so much to discuss when things were sorted out. George longed to catch up on pointless stories of what happened while they walked the gardens on his estate. Here and now, Claire still slept nearly twenty hours a day. The doctor, while encouraged, recommended they not move her anytime soon. That was good news to George, all the more justification to keep her here—not that it

would stand up to a husband’s legal rights. A knock on the door made the men turn. Davis stepped inside. “Lord Philips is in the library, my lord. I have the valets armed on the second floor.” “Thank you, Davis. I’ll be right there.” George buttoned his jacket. “I’ll go,” Myles said. “No! Let’s not make more of this than is necessary. I’ll try to get rid of him first.” George patted Myles on the shoulder. Heading out, he walked slowly to the library. It was an impertinent move from Philips. The men hadn’t been properly introduced the night of the ball and had never met before. They traveled in

different circles. George was proud of that. For a baron to turn up at an earl’s home without an invitation was a clear step out of bounds. “Philips, I don’t remember inviting you to my home. I don’t appreciate the interruption. I have a great deal of business to deal with while in London.” George went in with disdain. “Forgive the imposition, my lord. I simply wanted to inquire about my wife, since she’s such good friends with your family.” The short, sour-looking man barely bowed. While he appeared sober, his general appearance was undesirable. Even if George’s taste didn’t run to the masculine, he’d seen why Philips would have had to buy a wife.

“Your wife? Why would you inquire here? She’s your affair.” George kept his distance and watched Philips carefully. “I think your brother showed more interest in her than as an old friend.” Philips stood. “Very true, he was interested in the information she possessed. I need to speak to Mr. Harris about his estate.” George had to lie fast and smoothly. “I’m sure you’ll have a very happy reunion. He’s been quite the pest wanting to see her,” Philips grumbled. “I only need to see him so my man can inform Harris and transfer certain things over, the sooner the better. The imposition has gone on long enough.”

George looked down his nose at the squat figure of a man. “Very true. It’s been over a year. Blasted navy. You have my sympathies there. Your lordship has been far more charitable than I would’ve been. That’s all you claim my wife was telling your brother?” Philips’ eyes narrowed. “You doubt my brother’s word? Are you questioning mine?” George stiffened his back and took a step forward. As much as he worried about what Philips knew, he had to act as though he feared nothing. “Not at all. I’ve just lost track of my wife. I thought she might be keeping your brother company. She may be missing her childhood home and friends. Losing

her father and brother was a shock. It grieved me as well. I was close with them.” Philips wasn’t backing down fast. “I can assure you that is not the case. My brother fell ill that night and has been in bed ever since. Which is why I’ve not attended any parties and the doctor has darkened my doorstep every day since. Basil is on the mend but not well enough to leave his room. I’ll handle any abuses of his honor myself,” George said. “No offense was meant. You wouldn’t happen to know where that brother of my wife’s is at the moment? I stopped at his club several times and he wasn’t there. I thought he might be

enjoying your hospitality.” Philips eyed the door. George was ready to throw the man out of his house. “I have no use for houseguests. I am neither your newspaper nor your spy. I know Harris has been busy reacquainting himself with London. Old friends. New clothes. There is much to be done. He has been here only once to get necessary information. He’ll deal with my man of affairs. He said you were incredibly rude and dismissive when he asked about his sister. Since it seems you lost your wife, his concerns were indeed valid. Let’s hope she returns home in peace and that nothing sinister has happened to her during your neglect.”

“He told you all that did he?” Philips rubbed his chin. “Our families are old friends. I want no harm to come to Lady Philips. I sincerely hope you find her well,” George said. “I suppose she may have returned to our country home after our quarrel.” Philips shrugged. “Tell your brother to stay far away from her. It’s convenient that he fell ill at the same time she fled for our estate.” “Fled? Why would she flee London?” George asked innocently. “It’s only a turn of phrase. She’ll be back, have no fear.” Philips rocked back on his heels. “Your brother looked quite

in good health that night. I was watching him most carefully.” “I can assure you that my brother is upstairs and too unwell for visitors. Probably something he ate. He’s not left London in his condition.” George had had enough of the horrid little baron and his conversation. Crossing the room, George rang the bell and kept one eye on Philips at all times. Davis stepped into the room. “My lord?” “Baron Philips is leaving and is not welcome back.” George glanced in Philips’ direction and walked out the door. Using his title over the proper term of lord for Philips was both a slight and

a reminder that George outranked the other man. “Very good, my lord,” Davis said. Walking into the drawing room, George slammed the doors behind him. Myles jumped and the steward looked up. “Bad news, my lord?” “That worm of a brother-in-law you have, Harris. He is beyond worthless.” George paced. “He doesn’t know anything, does he?” Myles asked. George shook his head. “He suspected she was here with Basil or has fled London with Basil. I was ruder than I’ve ever been in my life. I had him thrown out and banned.”

“I’m sure you did right, my lord.” The steward bowed. “I know I did. However, we know his quandary won’t be solved any other way. He won’t find Lady Philips elsewhere.” George looked at Myles. “He’ll be back,” Myles said. “No doubt. Philips believes she’s returned to their country home. That might buy us a day or two.” George eyed the port and knew it would do nothing good for him. Eying Myles, he knew what he needed and craved more than any wine. *****

Not wanting to be far from his sister after that episode, and wanting to give Minnie and Mrs. Blake a little time off, Myles set up camp in his sister’s room after dinner. George joined him, and it took a weight off Myles’ shoulders. “I rather expected Basil,” Myles said. “I finally sent him to bed. He needed to hear everything about Philips. Then he needed a few drinks. I dropped a bit of laudanum in one so he’ll sleep soundly.” George sat on the other side of Claire’s bed. “She looks so much better.” Myles examined her healing hands. “Much. The bruising is bad but that will heal in a little time,” George

agreed. Myles dreaded asking the question but it had to come out. “What do you think Philips would’ve done if he found her?” “I don’t know. Tried to drag her home possibly. Interrogate the doctor. Call the authorities.” “What could any of us be charged with? She came here of her own will. You cared for her. The doctor said not to move her.” Myles wouldn’t let George or Basil be punished for his family’s failings. His father had no right to push his sister into such a marriage and leave her to rot.

“We wouldn’t be charged. I outrank him anyway. They would force her return if that were what Philips wanted. The danger isn’t for us. Claire’s life hangs in the balance,” George said. “I can’t go back,” a soft voice said. Myles checked the door first, but it was Claire who spoke. “You’re awake?” George rang the bell. “What do you need?” She smiled. “I’m really here. It wasn’t a dream. Myles. Lord Thistledown.” Myles hugged her gently. “You’re feeling better?” “My head is clearer.” Claire tried to sit up, and Myles helped her rest on a

pile of pillows. “I am sore everywhere.” “Laudanum?” George offered. “No, it’s not that bad. I want to talk to my brother.” Claire smiled as tears filled her eyes. The sparkle in her blue eyes made him feel at ease. “I’m so sorry. If I’d known what a bastard you were forced to marry, I’d have done something.” “What could anyone do? Marriage is for life.” Claire’s smile disappeared. The door opened and Mrs. Blake entered. “She’s awake! You look so well, my lady.” “Thank you.” Claire nodded. “Mrs. Blake, please bring her something more than broth: bread, cheese, and meat. Also wake my brother.

That might take some effort,” George said. “Right away, my lord.” Mrs. Blake dashed from the room. “Basil,” Claire said softly. “Your husband didn’t care for you speaking to my brother. Is that why he did this?” George asked. “Don’t upset her.” Myles glared at George. “Please, don’t quarrel. I need you both as you were before our lives went to the devil. No, Philips won’t like my having left. He was so angry about Basil. I had to get away.” She pressed her hands to her face and winced. “All the glass. He smashed my dressing table, the mirror and all the bottles.”

“You’re safe now, and your hands will heal. Don’t worry about a thing.” George nodded at Myles. Myles smiled. “Exactly. We’re going to take care of it all.” “How? He won’t let me go. He holds onto his possessions like a miser. I’m nothing more or less than a prize horse. He thinks I’ve failed because I haven’t had a child yet. After two years of trying, the beatings started.” Claire sighed. “We’ll find a way,” Myles insisted. The door swung open and Basil, still dressed for bed, stood and stared at her. “You’re well?” “She’s better. Take care.” George moved aside to avoid being run over.

“I’m so sorry I dragged your family into this. Please believe me. I had nowhere else to go. He separated me from all of the friends I had before the marriage. No one would side with me. When I saw you two at the ball, I knew I was saved. You were my only hope. Philips flew into such a rage that night. I had to escape.” A tear slid down Claire’s cheek. “If you hadn’t gotten away, he might’ve killed you,” George said. “I’m much better than last night.” She shook her head. “You’ve been here many nights, my lady.” Mrs. Blake walked in and set a tray over her lap.

“Days? We’re still in London? Oh God. He’ll be coming for me.” She grabbed Basil’s hand. “He won’t get to you. I’ll kill him first.” Basil kissed her bandaged hand. George grabbed his brother’s shoulder. “Basil, stop.” “Will there be anything else, my lord?” Mrs. Blake asked. “No, thank you. Go to bed, Mrs. Blake. Lady Claire will need you more tomorrow.” George waved her off. Basil resumed his argument the second the door closed. “Someone has to stop that lunatic Philips. The law may be on his side, but we weren’t raised to let women, children, or animals be beaten to death. Our family is not like

theirs. Old man Harris ruined everything.” “If she were dead, Philips would be in prison. I promise you that. We can try to smuggle her out of the country when she’s better.” George paced the room. “I’m sorry; I didn’t think about the position I’d be putting you in. I just wanted to go home. I knew Myles was returning. Somehow, I had this dream of moving back to where I grew up. Going back to the times before the navy and the marriage ruined our lives. My father ruined so much. I was a fool. I have to go back,” Claire said between small bites of food. “No, you’re not going back,” Myles said firmly. “If the doctor approves of

moving you when he sees you tomorrow, we’ll make plans to get you out of the country.” “I agree. We can’t be too obvious, but sooner is better. I just don’t want to risk her health,” George said. “He’ll never stop.” Claire took a sip of water and leaned back into the pillows. “Are you tired?” Basil asked. “A bit. Don’t go.” She held Basil’s hand. “Please don’t challenge Philips. I can’t stand the thought of losing you.” Myles looked at George, who shook his head. George cleared his throat. “I think Harris and I need to discuss some things in private. I’ll send Minnie in for

the night.” “You think I’d take advantage of her in this state? I love her; I’m not an animal. I want her properly,” Basil said in a hushed voice. “In that case, you won’t mind a chaperone, and you will not challenge Philips, no matter what happens,” George replied. “No, I won’t. Because Claire asked me not to.” Basil’s stare challenged his brother. “She’s my sister, Basil. If you don’t respect your family, respect me. I had no control over being put in the navy. My father disposed of me as cruelly as he did Claire. I won’t let her suffer all her life because of it. You must allow me the

chance to set things right.” Myles stood his ground against the younger and emotionally exhausted man. Harris’ honor seemed in tatters and he had to repair his family and their good name. “I understand. Philips is no better than your father. We can’t hope fate will strike again. You must act.” Basil turned back to Claire with intent attention. Myles steered George out of the room. “He’s hurt.” “I know, but he must be sensible or it’ll end in disaster.” George shook his head as they headed to their bedchambers. “You don’t need to send in a maid right away. They need some time alone. I don’t doubt Basil’s honor or intentions,

especially with Claire so weak.” Myles wanted his sister to have some happiness. “I have no intention of sending anyone in there. Claire needs peace and clearly Basil comforts her. Even if he infuriates us.” George rubbed his forehead and tried to smile. “Her health is what matters in the end. What did you mean about not choosing the navy?” “We need to put all our cards on the table. Maybe you’re willing to listen now? Please put aside the hate, anger, and hurt and just listen. I think it’s time for an early night.” Myles headed for his bedchamber. *****

George heard Myles’ door close and opened the adjoining chamber door. He charged into what used to be his mother’s bedroom and saw Myles sitting on the bed. “You didn’t join the navy on your own?” George stood over the other man. “No. Why would I choose that over you? My father forced it on me. It was my punishment. He found out about us.” Myles shook his head. “We were all in London for the Season. My father and brother dragged me off to a brothel after one late party. I wasn’t being social enough with the young ladies. After my mother died, those two were always drinking, whoring, and gaming. They

paid a woman to give me confidence. I went in and couldn’t perform.” Myles’ face burned like the noon sun on deck. George knelt down as he felt the world shifting beneath his feet. “You’re not a good liar.” George smiled. “Never have been. Though war teaches you some skills, I suppose. I tried to pay her off to say I’d done the job. But my father and brother were listening at the door. We went back to the house, and Father tossed my room like I was a thieving servant. He found your notes to me.” George shook his head. “You and Claire deserved better than the family you were born to.”

“Father wouldn’t look the other way. He lost his mind. I told him we’d go into business together. No one would know. “Basil would marry Claire and we’d all be one family. I tried to convince him his grandson would be an earl.” Myles rubbed the back of his neck. “He didn’t believe you? Or didn’t care. Your father never liked me.” George’s shock grew. What Myles had to endure alone... Old man Harris was the devil. He hadn’t only threatened George but his own son. “A young man with a title and more money than he’d ever need? If you had married Claire, Father would’ve loved you. Your honor got in the way. In that one discovery, he had all the power in

the world over me. He threatened to expose you. I pointed out it would ruin our family as well, and I’d be hanged while you’d end up in exile somewhere.” “So he shipped you off into the navy.” George hugged the man he’d hated for so long. Myles nodded. “He said if I went to see you before, he’d spread the word you were seen at a Molly-House after I’d left. He’d bribe people to back his story. Even have our servants claim you’d abused them. I knew he’d do it. Since I never heard anything, I assume he never actually had to.” “Not that I’ve ever heard about. Why didn’t you write to me? Tell me it was

all your father’s doing?” George sat next to Myles. Myles leaned back. “He said if I had any contact with you, he’d expose you. If you knew, you might have confronted him, and he’d make good on the threats. He had your notes so he could prove it. He also promised he’d disown me if I left the navy or if I contacted you. He could ruin us both and walk away. He still had his heir so Father had no use for me. I could’ve taken it. With a little warning, I’d have run off somewhere, but trapped on a navy vessel there was no out. “If the men on the ship caught wind of my tastes, I’d be arrested. Sex with men because there are no women is

acceptable, but if you wouldn’t rather have a woman, you’re a criminal. If the navy found anything in my letters, it’d be the same problem. You have a title and people counting on you as well. Going into exile would’ve been devastating. After seeing what trouble our notes caused, there was no way I’d dare put anything in writing that could be misconstrued.” “I don’t blame you. Your father was a bastard. I thought you went to the navy for variety and escape. Your father told me...” George pressed his lips together. “He deceived us both. He had the whip hand, and we fell for it.” “It wasn’t a game. He’d have acted on his threats if we stepped out of line.

Plus, he’d enjoy it. Taking down an earl. Look at what he did to Claire. She never did anything wrong. I have to know all the truth. What did he tell you?” Myles asked. “I went to see Claire and find out about your decision for the navy. Instead, I was faced with your father and brother hurling accusations at me. They said that you’d shown them the notes. That you claimed I’d forced you into the tryst and you were afraid to end it. By their account, you’d chosen the navy to get away and your father helped so I couldn’t get to you. They accused me of rape and abuse. I’d talked a younger man into hideous things and should have been ashamed. They’d have nothing to do with

my family, and if I tried to write you or see you again, they’d make it public knowledge. Warn my servants. Make it a scandal and you’d be the victim who’d testify against me.” George had fallen for the lies and the deceit. “When you never wrote me...” “You believed that shit?” Myles demanded. George closed his eyes as the fear and the shame washed over him. “I am older, only by a couple years, but I did start it all. At first, I didn’t believe it. I thought I’d hear from you, but year after year there was nothing from you, not even a letter from Claire telling me it wasn’t your choice. When your father married Claire off to that devil Philips, I

knew he was serious about no connection with my family ever.” “He was a heartless bastard to everyone. Not just us.” Myles shrugged. “I blamed myself for Basil’s heartbreak. He resents me even if he doesn’t know why. With that guilt, it was easier to blame myself for roping you into a life you might not have wanted. You could’ve been anything. Army, barrister, vicar, navy, or any profession you chose. I pushed you to be my lover. Our siblings to be our mask.” “No. No! I wanted you. I still love you, damn it. I wanted our plan. Basil and Claire together, making us family. A business and a life of traveling together was all I wanted.

Never once did I long for variety.” “Neither did I. Why couldn’t your father leave us alone?” George rested his forehead on Myles shoulder. “He put us both through hell in many ways. I had an earl but couldn’t marry him. Father wanted to punish us. I never said a word against you. I swear.” Myles pushed George back onto the bed and climbed on top of him. “Is it true about the naval ships? There were other lovers in your years at sea, I’m sure,” George said. Myles took a deep breath. “I gave in, I admit it. I was weak. My father picked his punishment well. Plenty of men, plenty of sex, and plenty of nothing else when not in battle. I don’t suppose the

fact that I thought about you makes it any better, but it was a matter of survival.” “Your father punished us both cleverly. I survived alone,” George admitted flatly. “Alone with privacy and freedom, I would have been true as well. Onboard, if you don’t participate you will be forced into it. There’s not much escape from it, but back on land, most head for the brothels and marry women. Don’t ask me to explain it, I can’t. I don’t care if I ever see any of those men again. All I wanted was to be free to come home to you. My father is to blame. Or blame me for bringing the notes to London, but I never wanted this. He manipulated us with fear and threats. The danger was

real while he lived, but it’s gone now.” Myles kissed him hard. Something deep in George clicked, like his heart unlocking from its hellish confines. He rolled over and pinned Myles to the bed as George kissed him hard. Holding George tight, Myles kissed him back as if someone would rip them apart. The stubble from a long day scraping his chin, George smiled and let Myles’ strong arms make it all better. They were safe in George’s house, and no one would stop them. Their tongues tangled and George pulled back enough to kiss Myles’ chin and cheek. “You’re not leaving my side again. Never.”

“Never. No one can force me away.” Myles ran his hands through George’s hair as he kissed George’s neck. “We just need to keep our secret and protect Claire.” George ran his hands over Myles’ chest. “I love you so much. I hated you for so long. Damn, I should never have believed him.” “His threats were real. There’s no mistaking that. Let it go. We were played by a master of cruelty as teens, but we won’t be victims again.” Myles pushed George up. They desperately ripped each other’s bedclothes off. The tension and fear were gone. George could feel it in both of them. They were free.

Giving in to another kiss, George swore they’d end up well. Myles, Basil, Claire, and he would all be safe and happy when they left London this year. Myles pressed himself to George and licked along his lips. “I’m glad you wanted me too. I was so terrified everything was ruined. My father damn near did destroy the lives of everyone I loved. We won’t let him win,” Myles swore. “No, we won’t.” George held Myles’ face. “We must be careful though. The danger of exposure still exists while we’re in London. We must watch Philips. Once we’re home, we can let our guard down more.”

“You’re right. But I’m always yours. Show me you love me,” Myles said with his flirty smile. George shoved the naked man he’d longed for onto the bed and pounced on him. They wouldn’t sleep a wink, but Claire was on the mend and their love was alive. Sleep wasn’t needed when you could live a dream.

Chapter Five Two days passed in peace and quiet while Claire grew stronger. The doctor insisted she stay in bed for most of the days to ensure her insides were properly healed. Still, Mrs. Blake made sure their patient had a proper bath and changed into fresh nightclothes. Basil rarely left her side. George and Myles had time alone as well, to hash out all the doubts, the lies, the fears, and the confusion. Now George had no doubt that Myles never left him. Never accused him of anything and wanted every sexual encounter they’d ever had. The relief lifted his

spirits and having Myles there with him was almost too good to be true. It was the calm before the storm; he could feel it. George enjoyed those moments on his estate. He’d always loved a good rainstorm to water the fields. It also forced a little change in routine for some, keeping people inside and reminding everyone of nature’s power. Honor, titles, and inventions were all manmade things that George believed in. However, nature could trump them all. Rolling on his side, George watched Myles sleep. A force of nature was the only way to describe their connection. A love Society rejected but couldn’t be denied. Would their future end the way

they both wanted? Would the challenges ever end? George so wanted to be back at home watching the rain fall and lounging in his own bed with Myles. If Basil and Claire had married, there would be children already. The best plans were the simplest, George found. Myles and George would be thrilled to have nephews who would inherit their estates and nieces to spoil. Family would connect them forever. No one would suspect their connection as anything illicit. Instead, they had Philips to deal with and no safe way out of the situation. The law was against them. According to George’s man, Philips was discreetly

looking for his wife all over London. The housekeeper at Myles’ country estate had sent word that Philips had sent a letter to her and Lt. Harris demanding to know if Claire was there. Philips believed that he held all the cards because he was her husband. George had to admit that was a major point in Philips’ favor. Still, George and Myles had friends and servants who were loyal. A great deal more loyal to the names of Thistledown and Harris than anyone would be to a bastard like Philips. “You’re thinking far too much for such an early hour,” Myles mumbled. George smiled and let Myles roll to him. The men met face-to-face in the

middle of the bed and kissed like it was their wedding night. “Enjoy the peace. Don’t borrow trouble,” Myles said against George’s neck. George sighed. “I hate waiting for trouble to turn up. It’s inevitable, but where’s the escape?” “We’re waiting for Claire to get approval for travel. She’s much stronger but not ready to be jostled over miles of road in a carriage. I don’t blame the doctor for wanting to be cautious.” Myles’ hand rubbed and squeezed George’s chest. “I want it to be over.” George rolled on his back.

“We all do. I managed to get the estate transfer settled yesterday. The trustee and all of that are behind me. It’ll take a year or so to get things back to where they should be, but I have you to thank for looking after it all this past year.” Myles reached down and curled his fingers around George’s shaft. “That was nothing. I couldn’t let the neighborhood go down because your father was more interested in prostitutes than his estate. You won’t be that way.” George lifted into Myles’ hand. “Certainly not. I’m only interested in you.” Myles bit along the muscles of George’s chest. His teeth sunk into a nipple and George moaned. The spark set his

arousal loose. George turned Myles until his head was down near George’s hard member. Myles’ hips settled on the pillows and over George’s head. George couldn’t resist; he sucked Myles’ hardening cock. The familiar taste and feel took away his ability to think. George could glory in it, not resent it. Everything but Myles left George’s brain. Myles’ tongue worked on George’s erection slowly and thoroughly. Pressing his head back to the pillow, George fucked Myles’ mouth to relieve a bit of need. Then George swallowed Myles all the way down to his balls and moaned. The feel of a pulsing member in his throat made it real. He wrapped his arms

around the small of Myles’ back and held on tight. He couldn’t resist a few hard slaps on that firm ass. Myles thrust and moaned in response. The men worked slowly for a while and then Myles went after George’s balls. Nipping and scoring them with his teeth, Myles stroked George’s cock mercilessly. Trying to hold back, George failed as the ache turned to ecstasy. He’d never been so happy to fail in all his life! George came all over Myles. That left only one hard cock in the bed. Myles rubbed his member against George’s lips. George grabbed Myles’ ass and held him still. Sucking that hard cock, George let Myles fuck his mouth and moaned at the feeling. He’d never

have enough of Myles. Neither had gotten over each other. They only craved more. Feeling Myles’ mouth pressed to his thigh, George held Myles tighter. No one would understand or approve, at least they couldn’t risk anyone finding out. That didn’t make it less real. Myles pressed deep into George’s throat and held. A strangled cry muffled into George’s flesh and Myles came as his body shuddered. George kissed and sucked on Myles until the man on top rolled away and turned. “You forgive me, don’t you?” Myles asked. “What happened to Claire isn’t your fault.” George pulled his lover close.

“Not that. About the other men onboard ship. I can’t take it back, but I need to know you don’t hate me for it.” Myles wrapped his arm over George’s chest and held on. “After what your father did, I couldn’t hate you. None of this was our choice. If I’d had another option, I might’ve used it. At some points, I was desperate to feel something. Not that it’d be the same.” George tangled his hands in Myles’ hair. “You know there are Molly-Houses around London. A man as attractive as you could’ve had a dozen discreet lovers there.” Myles kissed him. George smiled. “Unfortunately, I felt most in need at home where I used to see

you. I missed having you to myself. In London, I had distractions. Basil never got over Claire either. If I’d ended up in those sorts of houses, I’m sure I’d have given in to lust, just as you did. There is nothing to forgive. We both suffered in our ways. You had a war on top of it all.” “I always admired your restraint and common sense. An earl in a MollyHouse would be a hard secret to keep. Too dangerous.” Myles nipped at George’s ear. “Far too dangerous for a bit of fun I’d probably regret. It’d never match what we have. With you, I have no restraint.” George pushed Myles onto his back and kissed him hard. He did

forgive Myles for having sex with other sailors. However, George was quite determined to blot out their memory and be the only sexual fixture in Myles’ mind forever. After breakfast, they sorted through the new clothing that had been delivered for Myles. George didn’t care if Myles was in fashion or not, but he had inherited a large estate and good sum of money. Myles should look the part when he returned from London. “I might keep one uniform or just put the trunk in the attic. But I’ll be glad never to wear one again.” Myles slid off his newest jacket. “You do strike a fine figure in uniform.” George grinned.

“If it makes you want to take it off me faster.” Myles reached for a uniform. “No, naked is always best.” George kissed Myles. The noise from the entry level made George stop. There was only one cause for a scuffle in his well-ordered house. “Damn.” “What?” Myles asked. “Stay up here. Don’t let Basil down no matter what.” George went downstairs to find Davis and the footmen keeping Philips by the front door. “You’ve been warned, Philips. No trespassing,” George said. “I know she’s here. Call the authorities and let them search. You can

keep me out, but I want what’s mine. You’re keeping my wife from me.” Philips pointed an accusatory finger. George took a deep breath. Someone had betrayed them. The conviction in Philips’ eyes told George this was more than a bluff. The doctor? A servant? George held his temper. “She turned up here near death. The doctor said firmly that she could not be moved. That is still his order.” “After you bribed him, I’m sure,” Philips scoffed. “That is a lie. I didn’t bribe anyone. I did as the doctor instructed to keep her alive. She was like a sister to me growing up. Clearly, she felt safer here,” George said.

“She’s my wife. Give her to me and we’ll forget it all.” Philips stomped his foot. “No. She is not well enough to manage stairs or to be jostled about by a carriage. Leave my house.” George turned his back on Philips. “I’ll come back with the authorities to force your hand. Is that better? We both know I won’t get in any trouble. You want to change the law, take it up with Parliament, my lord. For now, I’m in the right. Rank or not.” Philips’ smug tone grew, as did his volume. “You may be within the law, but you are not in the right. I will not injure her further. I’ll have the doctor here by the time you return with authorities to prove

I am only doing what the medical expert indicates. You won’t get justice from it. Lady Philips has been cared for by a nurse and my housekeeper ‘round the clock and seen by the doctor every day at my expense. Who will condemn me?” George asked. Philips frowned. “So noble and good. Claire always talked about you and that brother of yours as if you were characters from a novel. Ideal and honorable.” “A shame her father chose so poorly for her.” George took a step forward. “I want to see my wife immediately. You can’t deny me that. Her welfare is my duty. I think you’re lying, and she’s well enough to leave. Prove to me she’s

not.” Philips pushed past a footman and headed toward the stairs. George moved to follow but saw Myles coming down. He’d never seen that look on Myles’ face: anger, fury, and betrayal. War had toughened Myles, and George knew when to let a man have his honor. George had to admire his lover in action. Having put Basil in with Claire to protect her, Myles was tired of hiding. No matter how legally entitled Philips was, Myles had to do what was right. Philips was, after all, trespassing in the house of an earl. They met on the stairs. “You have no right to keep her from me,” Philips said.

Rather than argue with a man who outranked Myles, but was still so completely beneath him in honor, Myles shoved the troll down the stairs. When he scampered and stood up, Myles marched down the stairs with a sense of quiet calm. The same one he had when going into battle. That’s what this was. This was a battle for his sister’s life. It wasn’t simply about honor, though Myles was angered on that score as well. “What’s wrong with him?” Philips demanded. “War does things to men. You’ve injured his sister. I shouldn’t want to be in your shoes. Especially considering the

fact that you are not welcome in my house,” George said. “My sister has been mistreated by you. She could have died from what you did.” Myles calmly marched toward Philips, towering over him. “My wife’s safety and honor are my concern. Not yours. You’re nothing but a second son tossed away into the navy. Fate smiled on you to inherit, but you don’t scare me.” Philips held his ground. “It’s not only her honor that is offended. You have insulted me, and I will not stand for it.” Myles glanced at George. Their words were sailing perilously close to the point of no return. “I want what’s mine. Once she gives me a son, I’ll send her back to you.”

Philips chuckled. Myles had been lied to enough. “You have offended me, my sister, and my friends. You have abused my family, and I demand satisfaction. Name your time and place.” Philips eyes grew round as he leaned back. He looked from George back to Myles. Finally he nodded. “Pistols at dawn, the day after tomorrow at Cooper field between the two trees.” Myles smiled. For Philips not to accept the challenge would be to take a label of cowardice. Myles looked at George. “Second?” George bowed slightly in acceptance and moved in to Philips. “No witnesses.

Not even a doctor. No whispers of this in town, or I’ll see you’re killed in your bed.” “You’re both mad. Over a useless woman.” Philips shook his head. “I spent years on a ship at war because my father was a cruel bastard. I return to find my sister married off to an even crueler and more evil bastard. I will not rest until I’ve rectified this offense. Do you accept the terms, or are you a coward?” Myles pressed. “I will have a second too,” Philips protested. “Of course, but no others may be present. If you succeed, we’ll hand over your wife and forget all of it. If you fail, you die,” George said.

“Fine. I’ll be glad to watch you bleed to death and walk away.” Philips glared at Myles. “If she’s not here when it’s done, I’ll bring in the authorities.” “One fight at a time, Philips.” George signaled to Davis. “Lord Philips, it’s time for you to go.” Davis puffed out his chest. Philips left, and George turned to his staff. “By any chance, did anyone hear anything about a duel?” “No, my lord. Nothing,” Davis confirmed for the staff. “Good. Thank you for your efforts. Back to work, men. Davis, a word.” George walked into his study. Davis and Myles followed. “My lord?” Davis asked.

“Find out what you can about how Philips knew she was here. Was it the servants? The doctor? Do what you can. That’ll be all.” “Of course, my lord.” Davis bowed and left. “I had no choice,” Myles said once they were alone. They walked into the library. “I know. We avoided it as long as possible. That bastard offends me by breathing. I simply don’t want you in danger. That’s my only reservation. You risked your neck for years on a war ship. Still, we’ll be cooler heads than Basil. He’d die for Claire without hesitation, but his anger would get the best of him. I have better

hopes for us. As long as you don’t die.” George poured two drinks and handed Myles one of them. “Thank you for your confidence. I don’t want you hurt either, but I don’t trust anyone else. Basil will keep my sister safe here in case Philips wants to stage any nonsense during the duel. I wouldn’t put having someone try to take her while we’re dueling past that goodfor-nothing.” Myles sat down. “Basil will be an excellent watchdog. Are you a good shot?” George sat down next to Myles. Myles smiled. “That I’m not worried about in the least. I hunted as a boy and went through naval training; I can handle a gun. I don’t trust Philips to play fair.”

“I wouldn’t trust him to not tell the world. Or to show up.” George rubbed his forehead. “The man has no honor.” “No, but he doesn’t want to be labeled a coward. You kept his wife against his wishes. Philips knows you’ll make sure every gentleman in England knows the truth of Philips’ cowardice if he doesn’t show. As for telling people, he’ll be in as much trouble as us for dueling. That man wants to get away with whatever he can. Murdering me would please him more than prosecuting me for a challenge.” Myles sipped the drink. George nodded. “That I believe. I will watch him carefully and load the guns myself.”

“I trust only you.” Myles leaned over and kissed George. “We should go reassure Claire and Basil that the matter is well in hand. I don’t want her worrying.” “Will you tell Basil the truth?” George asked. “No. We don’t need to include anyone more in this. Let’s simply have Basil take the night shift with Minnie tonight and continue the pattern. If he suspects something, it’ll only upset Claire. Davis knows and that’s more important for the household safety.” Myles knew who he would trust to come and clear up the mess, if any. Tomorrow, he’d put on his uniform and get in touch

with a couple of trustworthy old tars who’d been injured in battle. “You’re right. The fewer people who know about the duel, the better for everyone here. I’d trust Davis with our secret. Our lives.” George downed the rest of his drink. “Let’s go up. The more I think about it, the less I like pistols at dawn.” “You hate the unexpected. Battles have plans, but you must also have alternatives. Trust me.” Myles finished his drink and winked at George.

Chapter Six After a dinner of their favorites, George and Myles made it an early night before the duel. No one noticed; Basil and Claire were more interested in stealing away time alone. If Myles objected, George would be more upset, but Mrs. Blake was keeping her eye on the pair. Deep down, he trusted Basil to honor Claire and her marriage vows. After the valet had finished, George undid the work and fell into bed naked, waiting. Having Myles in the adjoining chamber felt like the most natural thing in the world. Sometimes George had to remind himself that the rest of the world would never understand. No one had

questioned the arrangement as the servants had enough work to do with Claire’s situation. Setting up an additional guest room wasn’t something they’d volunteer to do. Plus, George was sharing his valet with Myles so it was geographically convenient. When the connecting door opened, George didn’t even look up. He just smiled. Seconds later, Myles straddled George’s stomach, naked and sexy as ever. George framed Myles’ face with his hands and held the moment. “You’re very calm,” Myles said. “I can’t stand the idea of anything bad happening to you. We will triumph tomorrow. I won’t stand for anything

less.” George let his hands glide down Myles’ body. “Damn right. We will win because we’re right. But if your lordly commands make it happen, so much the better. Onboard, before a battle you have to get the men to believe they’ll win. That faith and force of their wills make all the difference in the world.” Myles leaned down and kissed George. Letting the kiss consume him, George saw his future. The dream he’d had in mind long before Myles was gone and Claire was married. Before the late Mr. Harris destroyed all of George’s hopes and happiness. In George’s plan, Claire and Basil were married and that made George and Myles family. The two men

traveled abroad frequently for business, while Basil managed the estate and sired the heirs. George’s nephew would inherit the title and his estate. A second nephew could have Harris’ estate. Their lives would go on without drama or scandal. George held Myles tight and let the kiss take over. “Mine,” he whispered. Smiling, Myles rubbed his cock along George’s body. Propping himself up on his hands, George watched Myles’ cock grow hard. They’d need their rest, but who could sleep with a duel planned for dawn? George pulled Myles down onto the bed and pressed him face down into the soft sheets. Kneeling over

Myles’ ass, he pressed his lover’s body flat against the bed. “What are you doing?” Myles asked. “Like you don’t know. You’re hardly one to play innocent.” George greased Myles’ opening. “Damn, not like this. I want to see you.” Myles tried to get up. George held him down roughly and slapped his ass. “No, it’s my turn to fuck you like a sailor. Take what I want. I outrank you, don’t I?” “Not on a ship, but in ballroom, yes. I don’t care about rank anymore. Take what you want.” Myles folded his arms under his head in blissful surrender. George smacked Myles’ ass until his fear was gone. Then he pushed the small

of his back down to get a better angle. After spreading those firm cheeks, George kissed the flesh. He wanted to make it last. Teasing Myles a little by pinching his fleshy, round rump before the navy man got fucked. “Enjoying your power, my lord?” Myles asked playfully. “I am. I’ll enjoy it more in my bed back home in the country. As soon as we can leave, we will. I’ve spent enough time in this house for a lifetime. What I want is at home, not in London. Long, private walks in the garden. A roll in the hay loft like old times.” George bit along Myles’ shoulders as he slid his cock between Myles’ firm cheeks.

“But I’m here. You don’t want me?” Myles rocked his hips. “I always want you. Where I go, you go. There is no question of that. I want the privacy of the country with the gardens and large house to get lost in.” George groaned and, growing harder, thrust between the fleshy cheeks. There was no rush tonight. Nothing would push him too fast. The guilt was completely gone. Claire grew stronger every day and that made Basil much happier and more useful. “Sounds like heaven. Your servants still can’t know,” Myles reminded him. “Let me worry about the servants. We’ll be safe there and free to travel once the matter is done tomorrow.”

George couldn’t wait for the worst to be over. “Distract me. Make me forget about it. Then you can drag me about the globe traveling or keep me locked up in your bedroom for all I care.” Myles lifted his hips. “Swear it,” George said against Myles’ neck. “Swear what? We’ll win tomorrow. I swear that my family honor will be upheld.” Myles turned his head and kissed George. “No, swear you’re mine. We’ll be together every day until we’re dead. No license or law will enforce it, but your word is enough. Swear on your honor.” George needed to hear it.

Myles turned his upper body so he could see George. “I swear on my life and honor. Everything that I have. I’ll never leave you. You’re saddled with me until the day you die. My family is yours, my problems are yours, and my body is entirely yours.” George kissed him hard. “Me too. We don’t have to marry women in a farce. We’ll work it out.” “It would avoid all suspicion if one of us did, however I couldn’t convince any woman in bed or out.” Myles shook his head. “We won’t fight for the honor of you and your sister and then disgrace another woman with a false marriage. I can’t do that. We’ll simply be men of business. I

only want you and no lies in my bed.” George kissed the strong back in front of him. “You want me? Prove it.” Myles rocked back and went face down again in the bed. Kissing the back of Myles’ head, George filled the tight ass until his balls pressed into Myles. Myles moaned in approval and tilted his hips for more. Planting his hands on either side of Myles’ shoulders, George leaned down and fucked Myles like it was their last day. “Don’t stop,” Myles said. “Never,” George whispered back. Myles gripped a pillow and moaned loudly into it. “Harder.”

Breathing ragged already, George added force and speed until he felt Myles tighten. His ass squeezed George and held him deep inside. Grinding for more friction, George listened to Myles grunt and groan. Those intimate sounds of pleasure shredded George’s control and he came deep inside Myles. “Did you mess up my sheets?” George asked as he caught his breath. “You can lick it up when I’m fucking your ass.” Myles sighed. George smiled and rolled off Myles. Watching the sailor he had ridden recover, George wanted to get his turn. Whatever the servants might think about stains on the sheets didn’t really matter.

He paid them well enough to keep secrets if necessary. A man had needs. Leaning in, George kissed Myles. “I love you. No matter what happens tomorrow. We did the right things at every turn.” Myles hugged George tight and kissed him softly. “You’ve saved Claire. You’ve saved me. Tomorrow, you’ll stand by me again. I love you and always have. Every day while I was stuck on a ship, I wished I were back at home. Wherever you were, that’s where I wanted to be. I never gave a damn about my father’s money or estate. It’s mine, but your estate is where I think of as home.”

The confession made George ache. It hit his heart in a possessive way that only the truth could. Myles was honest and could cut through the nonsense of the world like no one else. George kissed Myles and pulled him on top to feel the heat and closeness. There were no words to comfort or answer Myles. It was all true and real. They could feel it. Myles wrapped himself around George and it seemed as if they were one. George held on tight and wished tomorrow were behind them already. *****

The morning of the duel, Myles and George stepped out of the carriage and it rolled away. They’d dressed each other and managed to avoid sexual play. The tension of the dawn would be cured soon with action and both were anxious for an end to the trouble. George’s most trusted footman was the only servant who had any direct involvement in the activities of today, except for Myles’ friends who were to come later. The carriage would return in an hour to collect them in whatever state they were left. Myles and George remained oddly silent as they waited. Nothing else they could discuss would do any good. Honor wasn’t something that could be brushed

aside. He’d gone into battle enough in the last several years that it brought a sense of calm to Myles where other men might be nervous. He believed in his heart that what he was doing today was the right thing. “Swords are generally considered more honorable than guns.” George checked the set of dueling pistols and closed the small box. “Philips’ choice, not mine. That may be the only smart move he’s made. With a sword, I’d win too easily. That man has no training,” Myles said. “We should have insisted on swords,” George said with an annoyed tone.

“I’m good with a pistol too. Besides, I’ve heard too many stories of seconds picking up swords and more people dying than necessary. Even in war, violence can whip men into a frenzied state where they lose all reason. You have a weapon in your jacket.” Myles smirked. “Of course I do. I don’t trust Philips,” George said. “Nor do I. Watch him carefully. His second is surely no better. He’s been in many suspect duels from what I hear.” Myles had done his homework. The navy may not have been his choice, but the connections provided Myles a link to information and people not generally accessible to many of the lords in

London. Navy men didn’t trust outsiders easily—titled or not. Myles had earned his rank no matter how he entered the navy or what he’d inherited since. Philips and his second rode up on horseback. Myles knew the second to be a gambling cohort of Philips rather than family but it didn’t matter. This was war and the prize was honor. It was as simple as that. Myles had confidence and right on his side over the opposition. Honor trumped law. “No witnesses. As agreed,” Philips said as he dismounted. “I’m surprised you showed up. Is a woman really worth this fuss?” “You can leave,” George replied.

Philips laughed. “I hide from nothing. Apologize for stealing my wife and return her, if you wish to live.” Myles shook his head. “My sister is not for you to abuse. Apologize for your cruelty and divorce her quietly.” “Never.” Philips laughed. “Then there is only one way to solve this,” Myles said. Philips pointed to his second. The second checked the pistols and nodded at George. “To the death.” “Death,” George agreed. Myles wouldn’t accept an apology or anything less than Philips’ dead body as restoration of his sister’s honor and life. The mindset possessed Myles. He

had to kill that bastard to save his sister. She was innocent. If Myles had to kill his brother or father as well, in that moment, he could’ve done it. The memories of Claire’s battered body that first night and the days of her unconscious and painful recovery fueled Myles. Her life of fear and sorrow had to end now. A bit of revenge for what his father had done to Myles would feel good. Yet if his father and brother lived, would Myles have the right to challenge Philips? His honor said yes. The world, no doubt, disagreed. The men took their weapons and stood back to back. Myles towered over the little baron, but a well-placed bullet

could kill a man regardless of his size. Myles made peace with his own death if it came, and prayed that it would not, if only so he could make up for those lost years to Claire and George. George and Philips’ second counted off the paces and stood closer than others in an average duel. Distrust filled the air. The steps seemed to take an eternity. Then Myles heard a shot. His body was untouched. He spun and took in the view. With every second that ticked by there was a chance he could be shot and two men who might be behind it. The baron lay on the ground, gun in his hand. George? Myles’ head snapped to find his lover.

Instead, Myles saw Philips’ second pulling a gun on George, whose own pistol still smoked. There was no other explanation. George must have shot Philips for turning early. The earl was defenseless. Myles couldn’t let anything happen to George! Holding back his emotions, he pointed his gun. His life was one thing. George’s was not something Myles could risk. He aimed and hit Philips’ second dead in the chest, sending the second’s shot wildly off target. George’s would-be murderer fell as the blood bubbled from his chest. George cursed and grabbed his shoulder.

Myles stared for a second but his lover stood straight and there was little blood. “I’m all right.” With George safe, Myles checked Philips’ body lying on the ground. His gun was the only one still loaded. Myles kicked it out of the wounded man’s hand. The coward was flat on his back wheezing his final breaths. Myles realized his opponent had indeed turned early and was ready to commit murder. No honor. Just more proof that Philips was completely unworthy of Claire or any title. Philips went limp and the world was right again. Honor restored. The entire country was better off.

“Are you all right?” Myles’ feelings flooded him now that the battle was truly over. The fear was nothing but the near loss of his lover made it hard to breathe. “Damn! That burns. The bastard turned early. I shot him in the back but there was no choice. He showed up here simply because he didn’t want to be called a coward.” George moved next to Myles. “You were excellent.” “As were you.” Myles forced himself not to touch George. People would be coming soon to help and George’s footman didn’t need to see the intimacy. Once Myles held George, he’d never let go.

“Then his second had the nerve to draw his pistol. Lunatics.” George looked satisfied with their morning’s work. “They’re both exactly where they belong: burning in hell with my father and brother,” Myles sighed in relief. “What the hell do we do with two bodies?” George asked. “Don’t worry. I told you before, I’ve handled it,” Myles assured him.

Chapter Seven “Handled it?” George asked. “How can this be handled? No one can have proof we’ve done this. With Philips dead, it’d be his second’s problem. We drive away and leave it to them. This is a complication.” Myles tore George’s jacket a bit more to see where the bullet had grazed his second, then he stuffed a handkerchief in against the scrape. “Not too bad. You won’t need a doctor. A jury of your peers wouldn’t convict one of their own for a duel. You’re safe. They all believe in honor and the right to claim it. Simply because something is

lawful or not, doesn’t make it right or wrong.” “I hope that’s how everyone will view it. The wound is nothing. What did you arrange, Myles?” George asked. Myles smiled. “Not all of my naval connections are bad. I made some trusted friends.” George turned as he heard wagon wheels. Behind slowly walking horses, a big open cart rolled up with two old men sitting in it. “Sir, you’ve had luck today.” One of them waved. “We knew you’d win, sir. Honor was victorious.” The other nodded as the cart stopped.

George noticed the powder blast on the second man’s face. “Is that man blind?” George asked Myles. “Yes, my lord. But my ears do work as well as ever, and I’ve got a strong back, I promise.” He hopped down and helped the other man out of the cart. “I’m Benjamin, my lord. This is Evans. It’s an honor to be of service. A couple of old tars like us in the presence of Lord Thistledown. What would my mother say?” The men bowed to George and then saluted Myles. When Evans hopped to turn to Myles, George noticed his wooden leg. These men had both been injured in the service of their country. They were old enough to have seen

battle and know what they were doing. One had graying hair that hung nearly to his shoulders. The other was almost entirely bald. Guessing they were in their fifties, George wondered if either had any family. They were commoners who certainly had lived rough. “Thank you for your assistance. I’m not quite clear on the plan.” George looked at Myles. “Oh, we’ll get them out of the way.” Evans guided Benjamin to the first body. With Myles’ help, they easily hefted Philips into the cart filled with straw and burlap sacks. Then Phillips’ second was tossed in next to him. Benjamin went back to the driver’s seat by holding onto the cart and following along. As

Evans covered the bodies with straw and burlap, he gestured to the field. “Not even a bit of blood left on the ground, no sir.” “Thank you, Evans. Well done.” Myles smiled and turned to George. “They served onboard with me before they were injured. Good men who can be trusted. They’ll take the bodies to a bad part of London.” “Aye, sir; that we will. The worst part of the back alleys. Take their items of value and make it look like they were mugged properly.” Evans tied the dead men’s horses to the back of the cart. George frowned. “The horses?” “We’ll scatter them just outside of town so it looks like they got loose.

Maybe the robbers took them? Maybe they got spooked? No one will know for sure.” Benjamin smiled. “Very good.” George nodded. Turning to Myles, he asked softly, “What do we owe them?” “A living, or rather a retirement. They’ve served their country well and were cast off because of the injuries. We’ll just set them up with a place on one of our estates.” Myles shrugged. Pulling a packet of money from his jacket, George had come prepared for the potential that bribes might be required. “This should hold you for at least a week and get you in comfort to my estate. Don’t sell off anything you take from the bodies, the authorities will

be looking for those items. The cash is yours but make sure nothing from these men can be traced back to you. Certainly not back to us.” “It’s not our first ball, my lord. We know the dance,” Evans chuckled. Benjamin nodded with a grin. “We’ll wait out the week and turn up at your place. Sounds like a nice last hurrah for us in London.” “One of you can stay at each of our estates. That’ll make any connections less obvious. Speak to our men of business and they’ll set you up with a cottage, medical treatment, and an income,” George said.

“Separate? No, my lord, I don’t think so. One cottage is plenty for the two of us. Can’t be blind and live alone, can I?” Benjamin asked. “And I need his strength. Some days I’m a bit weak with my bad half-leg.” Evans climbed up and patted Benjamin’s arm, giving it a little squeeze. In that instant, George saw the connection. He smiled at Myles. “Sorry, I didn’t think that through. I have one very nice cottage on my property. It’s set a bit back from the rest. It’s yours for life if you handle this quietly. See my man when you arrive, he’ll be expecting you. Tell him you’re the pair of cousins who saved Lieutenant Harris while at

war. You’ll have everything you need for the rest of your lives.” “Thank you, my lord. Lieutenant Harris always did right by his men. His friends are every bit as worthy. We’re glad to be of service and not too proud to work for you on the estate neither. We’ll be of use for as long as we can.” Evans bowed. “Come on cousin, they need to get away from here soon.” Benjamin smacked Evan’s knee. “Cousin,” Evans laughed. “Thank you, sir. My lord. We’ll see you in a week.” The cart rolled off into the distance and George turned to Myles. “Brilliant. You are damned brilliant.”

“I have my days. The arrangement is mutually beneficial. I have a soft spot for men in that particular situation. No wives to care for them. No children to support them. Most naval men marry at some point. They were lifers who enjoyed being at sea. So happy to be together and free. They loved belonging to a crew. The cousin setup will work, especially with their injuries. No one will question it for a second.” Myles checked George’s arm. “With their wounds, they’re better off not living alone. It’s true. The setup is certainly more economical than hiring a nurse for each. What a wonderful excuse to give them the better cottage with some privacy. It’s a shame they

were wounded but maybe it’ll make their later years happier together.” George smiled. “Being on your land under your protection will ensure their safety. They’re not fools. Giving them a living means they won’t step a toe out of line. Anything you need from them, they’ll do happily as long as they can.” Myles held George’s arm tight just to touch him. “The carriage will be here soon. It’ll all be behind us in a matter of minutes.” George leaned down and kissed his lover. He understood the old tars’ amusement. Cousin, brother, friend, brother-in-law, or partner...he didn’t care what people thought he and Myles were to each other. Whatever Society

deemed acceptable would be how they’d play it. The love and truth they had in private was all that really mattered. “You are bold, Lord Thistledown.” Myles eased back. “I can see my future and it’s making me very eager. I have no guilt. Even shooting a man in the back won’t weigh on my conscience. That is the duty of a second. The fact that Philips never fired his pistol is his fault for turning early.” George looked at the field. “It never happened. Put this out of your mind forever.” “Nothing happened here at all. We just went for an early morning walk. A little fresh air after all that time shut up

in the sickroom.” Myles turned as they heard the carriage approach. ***** The sun kept rising, but Myles pulled the curtain in the carriage. The footman asked no questions, and the tars had done their part perfectly. They’d be in London soon. “Was that in your battle plan? The old tars?” George kissed Myles frantically. Myles returned the kiss. “All’s well that ends well. They’d have taken care of us if we’d fallen. I did not see the early turn coming, but Philips must’ve

been a terrible shot. He had to do that or he’d lose. Fool.” “He’s a dead fool. We’re completely free.” George nuzzled Myles’ neck. “How’s your arm?” Myles checked it despite George’s play. “Fine.” George’s good hand teased Myles’ cock to attention through the breeches. Myles saw that the bleeding had stopped. “You’re lucky.” He kissed George’s cheek. “We were in the right. Fate follows honor. Even your old pals from the navy know that.” George freed Myles’ cock. “Stop, we need to get home swiftly. We must change quickly. We need to appear as if we’ve been asleep in our

own beds all night.” Myles tried once more to push George away but soon gripped his hair as George licked to his pleasure. “I told my valet to wake us late. We had a lot of plans regarding the estates and would be up speaking in private.” George smiled up at Myles. “We’ll be fine.” Lifting to George’s mouth, Myles let the relief ripple through him as the passion built. His sister was free. The obstacles were all behind them. Thanks to George and a couple of old molly tars, it’d gone off well. In a few hours or maybe a day, the authorities would find the bodies. As long as nothing went wrong there, they were free.

Myles should be pleasuring the wounded man, but knew better than to argue with George when he was in this sort of mood. The power and triumph were clear in his touch. George was right and had proved it so. Things would end up just as they’d both wanted all those years ago before Myles’ father ruined everything. Emotion and lust tore through Myles as George licked along the ridges at the tip of Myles’ cock. They knew each other so well. A few flicks of his tongue and George made Myles come with a grunt. The cream soon disappeared as George lapped up the evidence. Even the stolen moments were priceless.

“You are in quite a mood, my lord.” Myles closed up his breeches. “I am. I have everything I want. After the mourning period, Basil and Claire can have everything they’ve ever wanted. Aren’t you pleased?” George asked. He kissed George. “I wish today could erase the pain Claire has suffered, Basil’s heartbreak and yours.” “We can’t change the past. Philips did nothing to hurt me. We will repair and undo what damage we can. Don’t live in the regret. Make the lost time up to me in bed tonight.” George tucked Myles’ shirt in properly. The flutter of desire and love caught Myles by surprise. This was the

homecoming he wanted. Happiness and freedom. No one could say they hadn’t earned it, if anyone ever found out what they’d done. No, no one would ever know the truth, except for the two old tars. They’d make out pretty damn good with a set living for only one day of discreet work. “You’re thinking too much.” George sat up straight and proper in the carriage as it slowed. “I was merely reviewing the events to see if there are any loose ends. I think we’re nice and tidy. Even if Philips told anyone about the duel, the proof won’t back it up. It’ll look as if they were robbed, and gentlemen of honor wouldn’t steal. Now, we wait for formal

notification.” Myles nodded as the footman opened the door.

Chapter Eight Claire’s room became quite crowded once the doctor had concluded his exam. Lady Philips was all smiles this morning. “I’m quite pleased with the progress. She’s fit enough to move about more. No dancing or other exertion, however.” Dr. Wallis gave her a stern look. “I’ll just be glad to be out of this bed and sit at a table. Thank you, Doctor,” she smiled. “Don’t rush anything. Take your time on stairs and such. I’d delay any long carriage rides for another couple of days. I’m sure you’d rather be at home to

recover in the country but don’t tax yourself.” “We’ll see to that,” Myles confirmed. “Then this is the last you need to see of me, I hope, your ladyship.” The doctor headed to the door of her room. George walked him down the stairs. “I appreciate your discretion. Make sure to send your bill to me.” “Philips has inquired about his wife. I’m not sure what you intend to do with this matter. He knows the law. If you must move her, get her out of London and put up at an inn in a village nearby with no connections to either you or the Harris family. Perhaps even rent a house. Don’t try to take her on a long

journey yet. While she may feel much better, her energy won’t last being jostled over miles of road. She’s still healing.” “I understand. Philips has been here, and we’ve explained things to him. As far as the next move, it’s up to Harris. Your patient is putting up a brave front, but she tires easily. I won’t be doing anything. What’s done is done, and it’s Lieutenant Harris’ situation. My home was merely the nearest and safest place she could make it to in her injured state.” George wanted to throw the doctor off, just in case he’d been behind the leak of information. “She certainly trusts you, my lord, and it’s well deserved.” The doctor took

his hat and gloves from Davis. “We did grow up on neighboring estates. Our mothers were best friends. I look at her as the sister I never had. How could I say no?” George nodded to the doctor. “Of course you could not. However, you did take quite a risk, my lord. You’re to be admired.” The doctor bowed slightly and left. “I don’t think he was the leak, my lord,” Davis said after he closed the door. “No, nor do I. That new maid we picked up to cover for Minnie and Mrs. Blake’s time perhaps?” George could much more easily believe a young maid would slip up.

However, the doctor had to serve the whole community and if he became known for hiding abused wives, he’d be out of favor in a blink. “The maid is denying it, but I’ve spoken to all of the staff. I believe the rest of them are loyal and trust your judgment. The new maid was asking all sorts of questions and seemed intrigued by the activity,” Davis sighed. “You haven’t dismissed her yet?” George asked. “No, Mrs. Blake wanted to wait until things settled down so she didn’t go running to anyone. However, Philips does know his wife is here so it seems the secret is out. Since Lady Claire requires no more regular nursing, I’ll

dismiss the extra maid today if you agree,” Davis said. “I do. Give her an extra week’s wages and enough of a reference to keep her quiet. Simply tell her we’re leaving soon and have no more need of her services. You’re reasonably sure she’s the one who caused the trouble?” “I am.” Davis bowed slightly. “It’ll be done before noon, my lord.” “Thank you.” George headed upstairs and found Claire sitting in a chair with a paisley shawl draped around her. “Testing yourself already?” “I want to get stronger fast. I’m ready to hide out anywhere you like, anything to avoid Philips. I can’t thank

you enough.” She smiled, her color beginning to return. “Stop thanking me.” George kissed her cheek. “Don’t worry about Philips or moving just yet. Rest, eat, and take short walks to get stronger. Very short walks. There’s no rush.” “There isn’t?” Basil asked. George looked at Myles. “Philips hasn’t been back. I’m sure the doctor confirmed to him that Claire couldn’t travel or walk much yet. With the law on Philips’ side, he’s probably having a good bit of fun and not worrying about his wife while we take care of her.” Claire frowned. “I’m sure he thinks he’ll collect me at the end of the Season and things will go back to normal. No

doubt, he’s enjoying going out gambling every night without anyone nagging at him about his drinking or going to see that mistress of his.” “Sounds like father.” Myles shook his head. “Exactly. Father wanted me married off with a title. He wanted Lord Thistledown, but I knew that would never happen.” Claire took Basil’s hand. “Of course, you didn’t love George. Being around Basil all the time would’ve killed you.” Myles shook his head. “I’d never hurt my brother that way either. I’d much rather see him happy.” George saw the affection growing stronger between Basil and Claire. The

mourning period would be hard but in the end, they could be happy. “That and...” She looked from George to Myles. “I’m a lady but not a fool. I know why Father sent Myles away. I think I knew before then. Don’t worry; your secret is safe with us.” Basil looked a bit uncomfortable but nodded at Claire. “I don’t pretend to understand, but I know the truth. I’ll protect you any way I can. If only that damn old man had let me marry Claire, we’d all be family.” George sat down on the edge of the bed. “You know? I don’t... I never...” “It’s not you, George. You and Myles were both careful. I always thought you were obsessed with work. Maybe had

some childhood injury I didn’t know about so you weren’t interested in women.” Basil kept his eyes on Claire. “She heard it from her late brother.” She blushed. “Father could keep quiet on some things, but not the heir who had to show up everyone in the family. He told me Myles wouldn’t be able to come back from the war and save me from anything. That Myles would be having too much fun. Drink really does make gentlemen into the foulest of creatures. So in the end, he and Father married me to a man just like them who happened to have a title.” Myles paced the room and George caught his eye only occasionally as the shock set in. “I’m sorry. Once anyone is

in the navy, there is no getting out for a while. I couldn’t leave, certainly not for a wedding. I would have come for you.” “I understand; I never blamed you.” Claire smiled, trying to reassure her brother. “You could’ve run away, Claire. Like you did the night he beat you. If you had fled to my estate, I’d have taken you in. Done something.” George wanted to get the focus off his sex life, especially Basil’s injury assumption, and onto other things. Claire shook her head. “I wasn’t even eighteen when I was married. My father would’ve hunted you down with my brother’s help. They wanted the connection of the title and nothing would

stop them. I foolishly thought it might be a better situation. I didn’t know Philips at all, of course. We barely met before the wedding. All I could do was hope a husband would be easier to please than two men who wanted me out of the way so they could drink, gamble, and waste time with loose women. Not being under my father’s and brother’s thumbs would’ve been great with the right man. Philips was far worse. Father never hit me.” “You’re free, Claire. I’ll take care of you, and you’re not going back to Philips. Trust me,” Myles said. “Don’t be foolish enough to think he’ll stop, Myles.” Claire held onto Basil’s hand.

“He’ll have to go through all of us.” Basil looked at George. “Family sticks together. We’re that. Legal or not, we’re family.” George nodded. “Basil is right. So is Myles. You’re not to worry, Claire. Focus on getting stronger so we can head back to the country later this week. I’m going to go write some letters before it gets too late.” George left and heard Myles warn the two to behave as he left as well. When Myles caught up with George, he felt so obvious. “I can’t believe it.” George shook his head.

Myles walked into the study and George followed, closing the door hard. George sat behind the desk and stared. “Don’t overreact.” Myles poured two glasses of port and set one in front of George. “You knew? When did you know that they knew about us?” George felt betrayed and ashamed. He’d been so careful. This was not something that could be excused for a man except at sea. There was no misstep in this matter. A virgin running away with a man could be married off and all was forgiven. An earl with a male lover would be exiled and George had a duty and people depending on him. Basil had been

running the estates but his emotions had always gotten the better of him. “It was never that obvious. Claire mentioned a few things in her letters. They all sounded very innocent, but for example, you seemed uninterested in marriage. She was sure I missed our friendship. Only small hints that she knew there was something more. I had no idea she’d been informed so bluntly or that she’d told Basil.” Myles downed the port. George took a sip of his drink. “I’m shocked Basil didn’t fly into a rage. Some of our staff are like us and he wanted me to dismiss a couple of the footmen for it.”

“You didn’t.” Myles stopped pacing and stared at George. “Of course not. Davis knows. Davis is. He hires that way. If I can protect myself, and your old tars, why not do the same for good servants? Basil doesn’t need to know.” George took his duty seriously. He wasn’t given a title and all that money to get away with things and let others suffer. “You’re amazing. So proper on the outside and romantic on the inside.” Myles sat on the desk and grabbed George’s hand. George pulled free. “I’m not romancing any of my staff. Davis was my father’s hire. Father had no clue that his valet spent most nights sharing a

room with Davis. I knew when the valet died of a heart attack. Davis looked lost for months. I was a boy. I knew then that I noticed things others didn’t. I had to be careful and use it to my advantage.” “You’re a good man; you noticed me.” Myles leaned in and kissed George. George looked at the door. “Damn. I’m on edge. It feels as if everyone knows. I’ve hidden it for so long from my own family. From everyone.” “Stop it. Claire and Basil know. The most trusted servants know. That’s not everyone. No one will betray us. What’s the problem?” Myles slid into George’s lap.

“We can’t slip up, Myles. That’s what Davis has always been strict about. Keeping up appearances is the only way it works. We must behave as if we lived in the public eye. Keep private things behind closed doors. We can’t let our guard down. I don’t want to give up my estate to flee.” George held Myles and some of the tension faded. “We’re not going anywhere except home. Philips is no longer a problem. They don’t know that yet but we do. If you want to be fearful in London, fine. I’ll behave and admire you all the more for what you’ve done for your servants.” Myles kissed George’s neck. Moaning softly, George shifted to kiss Myles properly. “You keep your

eyes off the footmen. You’re all mine.” Myles laughed. “Is that what you’re worried about? There’s no other man in the world for me but you.” “Good.” George tightened his hold on Myles. “You know, I think our mothers did know. At least my mother always encouraged me to go and play with you. She never said that to my brother.” Myles moved back to the desk and handed George his port. Downing the rest of the drink, George thought back to the happy days. When their mothers lived, their world was a dream back then. “You’re probably right. Women seem to notice things men miss. Even men like us.

Come on, we shouldn’t leave those two alone too long.” “Claire believes she’s still married. I’m not worried. Not yet.” Myles followed George from the study. “I know, but it’ll be luncheon soon. We don’t need to be behind closed doors all the time.” George hoped his brother truly had tolerance for what George and Myles shared. It was a shock and completely unacceptable in Society. If Basil only seemed approving for Claire’s sake, it could blow up eventually. Time would tell. *****

In the afternoon, Myles and George sat in the drawing room reading the papers. Basil dashed in. “Come and see.” The men followed and saw Claire about halfway down the stairs with Mrs. Blake supporting her. “Claire, no. Take your time,” Myles insisted. “I want to sit in a drawing room and feel normal. Mrs. Blake loaned me a dress so I’m not scandalizing anyone.” She took another step, and Myles saw her growing weak. Before Myles could dart up the stairs, Basil was next to Claire and braced her other side. Myles watched her every step and expected Basil to carry her down the stairs if she grew too

tired. Once she made it to the entry level, she seemed steadier and walked into the drawing room. She settled in a chair and Mrs. Blake tucked a shawl around Claire. “It’s nearly time for tea. I’ll go make sure it’s all brought in here.” “Thank you, Mrs. Blake.” George acknowledged. “Are you sure you’re up to this?” Myles asked. Claire smiled. “I made it. A sick room is depressing. This is much nicer.” “I believe I know why they’re so concerned, my dear,” Basil said to Claire. “Basil, watch yourself,” George warned. “We’re not abroad yet. The

world just outside of that door could come crashing down on us at any moment.” “I agree. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Nothing can be certain until we’re far from London.” Myles took the seat next to his sister. Basil moved away. “Is there a plan to go soon? We can’t all go abroad. The estates have to be managed.” “They will be,” George assured. “If we move in a hurry, it might appear as if we’re running from something,” Myles added. A loud knock at the front door made then all turn. Claire went white. “Philips?”

Myles shook his head. He hated lying, but they had to uphold the ruse. “Let’s hope not. That’s why it might’ve been better for you to remain upstairs.” Davis entered the drawing room. “There is a magistrate here to see you, my lord.” George scowled. “Show him in.” A tall man entered with a grim look. “I’m sorry to interrupt your day, Lord Thistledown. We’ve been trying to track down Lady Philips. The doctor said she might be here with her brother.” “She came here to see her brother and fell very ill. Dr. Wallis has been looking after her. She’s improving but not ready to be returned home yet,” George said.

“When I’m fit, my husband will come for me,” Claire said shakily. “It’s Lord Philips I’m here to discuss. It’s my sad duty to inform you, your ladyship, that Lord Philips has been killed in a robbery. We’re searching for his murderer, of course.” “Robbed?” Claire gasped. “Murdered?” “You’re sure it was Philips?” Basil asked. “We are,” the magistrate said. Myles put an arm around Claire. “I’m sorry, Claire. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.” Claire covered her face with her hands and shook her head.

“I’m sorry to trouble you while you’re still weak. All of his money and valuables were gone. He was found in a seedier area of town. If you know of anyone who might want your husband dead, please let me know so I can investigate.” “He liked to gamble. Maybe he owed someone and who knows... I’m sorry; I don’t know of anyone specifically.” Claire leaned her head on Myles’ shoulder. “Thank you. We’ll look into it as best we can. If we recover any of the stolen property, we’ll see that it is returned. If I need any more information, I’ll be in touch.” He bowed and left.

Davis closed the door and Myles sighed. George smiled and quickly hid it. “That’s a shame.” “A shame? That’s an answered prayer.” Basil grinned. “I can’t believe it. I’m still in shock.” She looked at Myles. “It’s true? I’m free?” “You’re free and safe without running or hiding. All you have to do now is get through the mourning period at home with me. Once that’s done, you and Basil can marry with my blessing.” Myles finally let himself smile a little. “Marry Basil.” Claire burst into tears and shook her head. “It’s real? It’s insanity. Philips is really gone?”

Basil knelt before Claire. “He got what he deserved. Fate smiled on us again.” “No doubt about that, but it’s so hard to believe. It’s so timely.” She looked at Myles. “You didn’t.” “Didn’t what? I did nothing. A robber did it for us.” Myles shrugged it off. She nodded. “You’ve become a much better liar, brother. I’m sure in the navy you had to conceal some things, but I still know you better than that. He wasn’t robbed, was he?” “Of course he was. You heard the authorities themselves say so. That’s all anyone needs to know about it,” George said firmly.

“I have the best big brother in the world.” She hugged him tightly. Basil turned to George. “You wouldn’t let me duel, but you’ll let him?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about. There was no duel. If there had to be one, however, Myles is her brother and it’s his place. Duels are about honor, not anger. When you’re her husband, it’ll be your place to defend her honor but not before,” George said carefully. “You’ll support it?” Basil asked. “I want you to be happy. Marriage means taking on more, but you have time to plan.” George nodded. “I’ll find a profession. I know I’ve been adrift since Claire married that

bastard. Now I have a purpose,” Basil said. “Don’t worry about a profession. You like estate life and you’ve been very helpful running things. Especially since we took on the Harris estate. You’re good at it, Basil,” George confided. “I could use help running mine. I’ve been at sea for years and never trained for it.” Myles would much rather hand things over to Basil and travel. “Your children will inherit the estates anyway.” Basil shook his head. “You two are quite a team. Whatever you did, however you managed it, thank you. I’ll run one or both estates. More time with Claire and plenty of children, I promise.”

“Sounds like a fair bargain. We’ll travel to build the family fortunes.” George folded his arms. “Can we go home then? This week?” Claire asked. “Later this week, yes. First we must settle things. Collect Claire’s belongings from the Philips house. Close both London homes. We can’t look guilty because we’re not. I’m sure Philips has a brother or cousin to take his title so there won’t be much fuss for his estate on our end.” Myles patted his sister’s arm. “Fine. Whatever you decide, I won’t argue. We won’t doubt you two for a second.” She grabbed Basil’s hand. “Myles and George are in charge of their

respective families and we’ll simply wait out the mourning period. All I want in the world is the right marriage and children. Thank you, my lord. I won’t have to take that tea anymore.” “What tea?” Basil asked. Claire blushed. “A friend of mine gave it to me. It discourages pregnancy. I hoped if I didn’t have a child, Philips would send me away. I couldn’t escape the marriage, but we didn’t have to live together.” “You’re a genius.” Basil kissed her lips. “Basil!” Myles snapped. “Please keep that to private rooms and perhaps that tea should be continued at least until the wedding. I don’t want to know about

anything until I see my sister out of black and wed in a church.” “That’s a deal.” Basil held out a hand. Myles shook it. The bargain and family connections were as sure as Philips’ death. That night, after the servants were gone, Myles entered George’s bedchamber. Lying on the bed, he felt a relief he’d never believed would come. “They know what we did,” George said. “They suspect. Was it a duel? Did we hire robbers to murder them? They don’t know for sure. I don’t want to confirm it either way.” Myles snuggled close to George.

“Do you think Basil is in her room?” George asked. Myles shook his head. “I can’t think about it. I don’t want to know about them anymore than they wish to know the details of our bed.” “You as good as gave them permission. Who knew ladies had a tea?” George kissed Myles’ temple and chuckled softly. “I know, but we’re fools to think they’ll last a year without some contact. If they protect our love, I’ll look the other way. I don’t doubt Basil’s intentions for marriage. He has been the most devoted suitor I’ve ever seen. Present company excluded.”

“Thank you.” George tugged Myles’ clothes off him gently. Myles enjoyed the sensation of George’s strong hand pushing off the nightclothes until they were both naked. His feelings for George were every bit as intense as the first time they kissed, but now they didn’t have to worry. “You’re thinking too much again.” George kissed up Myles’ chest to claim his mouth. Smiling, Myles grabbed George’s face to hold the kiss as he rolled over and had George pinned to the bed. Letting his tongue dominate George’s mouth, Myles went back to that day in the club and how they’d had to shut down their passions for the greater good.

The feel of George’s arms holding him tight proved to Myles it was no dream. This was real. “Forever,” Myles said. “Try to get rid of me. You can’t escape either. I’ll send the old tars after you.” George pulled Myles back down for more. Myles chuckled with no intention of escaping. “No one would leave you and your spoiling ways.” “You’re not exactly poor now either. You can buy what you like, Myles. You don’t need me to spoil you.” George tried to flip Myles on his back. Holding George down at the shoulders, Myles kissed his way down George’s neck and slightly hairy chest.

Myles licked down further and found George’s hard cock ready for attention. Sucking along the shaft, Myles pressed the thick member into his hand. “My turn.” George sat up. “No. We’re finally free. Since that day in the club, I wanted to have my way with you. The problems are gone and now I will.” “You think I didn’t want to? You know better.” George ran a hand down Myles’ back. “I know. You can have your way tomorrow night. We’ll be quite bored for the next few days or so, at least compared to the stress we have just endured.” Myles ended the conversation

by sucking George’s cock down to the balls and bobbing on it. Groaning, George fell back on the pillows and gave in. Myles sucked the tip of George’s cock and stroked the shaft faster and faster. George lifted for more until Myles squeezed. At the first drop of cum, Myles pressed George’s cock to his stomach and watched George grunt and moan in orgasm. Only when George was still again did Myles lick up the cream spanning from shoulder to stomach on the large man. Myles kissed George and pushed George’s hand away when he tried to grip Myles’ cock. “Turn on your side,” Myles said.

“That’s all? I’m unimpressed.” George reached for Myles. “No, you’re not done.” Myles rubbed grease on George’s ass as he turned on his side as ordered. Pressing his chest to George’s back, Myles held tight and filled George’s ass until their bodies were one. Myles kissed the back of George’s neck and wrapped one arm around his chest while the other slid around George’s neck to hold him close in every way he could. “Not bad,” George said, craning his neck to kiss Myles. “I’ll try it on you in the morning.” Myles smiled and fucked George’s ass slow and steady, watching the pleasure register on George’s face. His

body relaxed even more into Myles’ and rocked back to speed things up. “Mine.” Myles massaged George’s muscled chest with his hands and pinched a nipple playfully. When George groaned, Myles bit his neck in return. George squeezed Myles’ cock hard in his ass and the pressure made Myles shake. His restraint was failing as he eased from George. The time to play was over. They had all night and the rest of their lives to explore each other and try everything. Filling George’s ass hard and fast, Myles didn’t let up or give George a chance to change the game. A constant moan came from George’s throat as Myles truly took over. George could

outrank him and take precedence in public but in private, they were one. They were together or they were nothing. George’s hands covered Myles’ as he came deep inside George. The raw relief of climax wrapped around his body while George made Myles feel free. It was better than swimming in the wide ocean or the buzz of a strong drink. Hugging George, Myles never wanted to move. “This might work even better faceto-face.” George turned and faced Myles before he could react. Tangling his legs, Myles was too sated to argue. George kissed him as their chests, stomachs, and groins met. Their arms wrapped tight around each

other and George’s kiss stole Myles’ will to fight. George could take the lead in the next round. “So will I get the adjoining chamber at your estate?” Myles asked. “Damn right. I get the same one at your estate until we sort out who’ll live where and how it’ll all fit. Until Basil and Claire are married, we can’t leave them alone in a house together,” George replied. “Good. I can’t give this up. Not for a single night.” Myles held George tighter. “Never.” George kissed his forehead.

Epilogue Amberson Park, Lord Thistledown’s Estate Christmas 1817 The Christmas feast done, George sat back and watched the happy glow of his family. Basil had flourished in both marriage and the responsibilities of running the estates day-to-day. All signs of depression and moodiness had disappeared once Claire was once again a fixture in his world. As the twin boys bounced on Basil’s knees while Claire attempted to capture the scene in a drawing, George saw the pride and calm in his brother. Fate had given them all a blessing of sorts. Two

heirs, only months old but healthy and sweet, were there to claim George’s and Myles’ estates rightly one day. “I think they should have a girl next. We need someone to spoil,” Myles said to George. “Twins weren’t enough? You two are amazing.” Claire shook her head. Myles chuckled. “Twins were perfect for protecting our estates. They need a sister. Women are civilizing.” “You two are fairly civilized and settled. How was Italy?” Claire asked. “Fine. Now that the war is over, there may be some new opportunities here. We’ll likely stay here for the winter.” George shrugged.

She no longer looked frail, George noticed. The pregnancy had agreed with her and seemed to have improved her health and strength. The twins were still very young and she’d recovered remarkably well. One would think she was raised to be the lady of such a great estate. All had complimented her charitable works and concern for the tenants. Myles nodded. “The sheep farms in Van Diemen’s land have paid off very well. While we’re in England, we should discuss other opportunities down there.” “Slave labor? Terrible.” Claire shook her head.

“Not slaves, my dear. It’s a penal colony that uses prisoner labor. Indentured servants go far back into history. They can work off their crimes or debts. Some people are even moving to New South Wales voluntarily, so it must not be that bad. There is so much cheap land available. It’s an opportunity for some. Not everyone is as fortunate as we are,” Basil said, juggling the twins. “It’s too far. I can’t imagine even visiting. To move where you know no one at all, that must be a terrifying prospect. When George and Myles were in America, I worried every day. I hope you’re not planning on a journey to New South Wales.” Claire frowned at her sketch.

“Not any time soon. Enjoy us being here for a bit. No worrying needed,” Myles said. George watched the fire crackle and thought back to that horrible and wonderful season in London. The worst sea voyage was nothing compared to the stress of the Philips situation. The world would take too long to move in the right directions for women or men like him and Myles. George knew he might never see that day in his lifetime, but that didn’t mean people couldn’t find a way to do the right thing. “You’re thinking too much,” Myles said softly to George. “Just wondering how the old tars are doing? The wounded navy men who

were put in the back cottage?” George asked. “Those two are so funny and sweet.” Claire smiled. “I took them some little extras last week. They’re such a pair. The blind one goes on and on about how beautiful I am. So beautiful that even a blind man could see it.” Myles chuckled. “We’ll go by this week and check on them. Sounds like their health is good. We have to make the rounds anyway.” “You’re spoiling them, Claire. I bet they’ve put on ten pounds each since they moved into the cottage,” Basil said. “No one goes hungry here. They looked half-starved when they moved in.

Plus, they saved my brother’s life. I’d cook for them myself, if I could cook that is.” Claire turned her sketch for review. “What do you think? All my men. Perhaps you’re right. I do need a daughter. I’m far too outnumbered here.” Myles stepped up and inspected. “A daughter or two. Your drawing skills are brilliant, Claire. You must pass them down.” Claire let the nurse put the boys to bed as Basil and George came closer to view the sketch. “Two is a handful,” Basil admitted. “It is but they have plenty of land to share when they’re grown. They can go their own ways when the time is right.”

George scowled at the drawing. “I don’t think I was staring at the fire all night.” Claire lifted a shoulder. “That or at my brother. I picked the most appropriate angle for me to capture.” Basil chuckled and patted his brother’s shoulder. “It’ll be nice to have you two around, but remember that you can’t fool us.” “We wouldn’t try.” Myles tapped George’s arm. “We should go up and get some rest. It’s been a long day.” George knew when Myles was playing peacemaker. Not that the family needed it too often but he was good at steering the ship away from any potential conflict. Seeing the glint in his lover’s eye, George realized Myles had other

things on his mind. “If you like. Those two can get started on our nieces.” “You two are quite a pair yourselves.” Claire stood and took Basil’s hand. “I am tired though. Good night. Happy Christmas.” “Happy Christmas,” Myles replied. “It certainly is.” George admired the picture and then Myles again. His man was indeed where George always turned. His comfort and happiness was right there. “And I daresay it’ll be a very happy new year as well.”

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