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

“All right, I should say the lineis well enough,” he conceded. “They don’t go back as far as ours does, but they were awarded commendations without number not only for resourcefulness in dealing with this Country’s enemies, but for bravery and gallantry in the line of fire. However, I didn’t wish to discuss your brother-in-law with you.”


“No, sir.” Okay, here it comes. I’d relaxed, but now I braced myself once again.


“Rivenhall comes from a well-looked-upon family. His sisters married well—two barons and a marquis, and all in the House of Lords.” He sounded as satisfied as if he himself had succeeded in getting them their positions.


“Yes, sir.” I’d never met Ludo’s sisters, although he had spoken warmly of them and their children, and he even seemed to like his brothers-in-law.


“I know marriage is impossible for men of your sort—”


“—however, I would have no objections if you brought young Rivenhall into the family.”


Chapter 17