Chapter 16
“I’m not what?” Colby demanded. “Go on. Tell me. Tell me what I am not, Captain.” The lightning sizzled. Explosive.
“I never meant—”
“Tell me what you think of me. While you’re in my bed, while you’re staying here at my expense, when you came to my father’s house to try to curry favor, to make political connections for advancement in the ranks—I do know why you were there, you see—when you had me on my back this morning, did you think of me as less than a man?”
“I don’t know!” Jason roared back. “No, I don’t! And yes, I do, because you’re a damned genius with mathematics but you can’t shoot a pistol and you don’t care about consequences and you’ve never known what it’s like to not have servants cleaning up every mess and you can’t climb a damned flight of stairs without my hand under your arm—”