Major Oliver Thornley never expected to see the man who saved his life at the battle of Waterloo again. He certainly never expected to fall over him in the street. When Thornley stumbles over a pile of rags, he is horrified to discover it is the man who dragged him from the battlefield to safety.<br><br>Taking the man back to his Mayfair home, Thornley nurses Daniel back to health as he battles with his own forbidden desires. Then he learns Daniel shares his feelings, as well. Though it feels so right when they are in each other’s arms, Thornley knows their mutual secret could see them hang.<br><br>Is there a way for them to be together despite the class difference that separates them? Can he admit he’s fallen in love before Daniel leaves for good?

Fallen

“Simpson, at ease!” he snapped, infusing his tone with command. It had the desired effect. Simpson stopped rocking, stopped crying, and the muscles appeared to slacken. Oliver took the opportunity to take his arms and pull them away from his head. “Come,” he said, softer now. “Come on, it was just a dream. I’m here,” he added a little awkwardly. Simpson’s head came up at that and Oliver ran a hand over his damp, fair curls. “Better?” he asked, angling his head to look into the man’s eyes. They blinked, and even in the gloom of the room Oliver could see how blue they were. Blue and filled with an agony that made Oliver sigh and stroke those curls again. “It was a dream.”


“A dream?” Simpson croaked, his chest starting to heave. His jaw worked and those blue eyes filled again.


“Hey now, come on old chap,” Oliver said, stroking his head again.


Chapter 7