Jefferson Sebring wined and dined, charmed and cajoled, and lured and seduced handsome men into his bed. However, he never wanted to keep one longer than a few dates or a few months. He had his work with the CIA and his duties to his family, and with those and his men, he was content. That was, until Ludovic Rivenhall.<br><br>First Ludo squired Jefferson’s sister Portia around town, then fell into Jefferson's bed as so many others had. But Ludo wanted more than a same time next year type of relationship; he wanted to stay in Jefferson’s life, and Jefferson found he was willing to allow it as long as they both still wanted it.<br><br>Years later, they both still wanted each other -- but men didn't marry men. Or did they, in this new world they had survived to see?

Ace-High Royal Flush

“Who is it?” Apparently she didn’t tell him, because when he got on the phone, he demanded sharply, “Who is this?”


“I remember you.” For a moment I wondered if he was going to be in a snit because it had been so long, but I should have known better. “I have to say it’s good to hear from you. How are you, mate?”


“I’m fine, too. Why’re you ringing?”


“I happen to be at loose ends, and I was wondering if you might be also?”


“As it turns out…I do have some time to kill, yes.”


“Just don’t get into trouble, Trouble.”


“You know me, Duchess.” Bart hadn’t covered the receiver, and I could hear what was said.


“That’s the problem—I do know you. Keep yourself alive, all right? I don’t have time to train a new partner.”


“I will.” There was genuine fondness in his voice. “Now, you were saying, Jefferson?”


Chapter 10