Chapter 3

“What?” Evan asked as he slid a mug across the wooden table.

“Have you no sense?” William hissed under his breath.

Evan looked to the bar and then back to William. “Yes,” he countered. “But it was not what it looked like.”

“Oh? Are you trying to convince me that you were not making eyes at the barkeep’s son?”

“Actually,” Evan whispered as he leaned closer, “they both want me.”

William’s jaw dropped open. “Crist,”he muttered. “Evan…”

Evan leaned back in his chair and threw one booted foot up onto the corner of the table. “This is my affair. You need not worry.”