Chapter 58

Light spilled onto the street as the door behind me was abruptly yanked open, and I whirled around, irritated to have been caught unawares.

“Yeah?” The man in the doorway stood with one hand on the frame and the other fisted on his hip.

And because I was irritated to be caught unawares, I gave a chilly grin and actually growled, “A man could get himself killed, opening a door like that without checking.”

He was backlit by the interior lighting, and while I couldn’t make out the colour of his eyes, I could see his hair was a pale gold.

He studied me as carefully as I was studying him, his grin as cold as mine. “A man could get himself killed, calling on his nephew’s lover this time of night.”

“You know who I am?” I was taken aback that he made no bones declaring himself St John’s lover.

“James Trevalyan.” His lip curled in a sneer. He obviously didn’t care for me. “I’ve heard the resemblance is very strong.”