Chapter 75
Dorincourt was unaware I’d seen it, but St John wasn’t.
“Robert!” he whispered sharply, trying to be surreptitious in gesturing toward his lover’s neck.
I had to admit, if only to myself, it was amusing. When Dorincourt realised his shirt collar was undone, revealing the band I assumed my nephew had placed there, a dull flush coloured his cheeks. He sent me a murderous glance and slid the top two buttons into their holes.
“I begin to see.”
“I’m pleased you do. Singe is smart as a whip, and I rather imagined his family would have at least two brain cells to rub together. I must say I was hoping not to see you again so soon.” The expression on his face revealed he wouldn’t have been in the least disappointed if I’d never turned up on his doorstep again.