Chapter 14

“Where is Grange going?” he demanded.

The two men glanced at each other, and Brownlow cleared his throat. “He is leaving. He is…” Brownlow stood a little straighter. “He is heartbroken.”

Milo gaped. “Heartbroken?” His cheeks heated.

“Oh, sir, that boy loves you so much.”

Milo felt as though his heart seized in his chest. Did he know? Did they both know? What was he going to do?

The cook stepped forward and actually took Brownlow’s hand and held it tightly. “Mr. Callan, we don’t know each other very well, but I once turned away the love of a good man. I lived to regret it.”

Milo’s head was pinging back and forth between the two men, his mouth open.

Brownlow straightened his shoulders. “It took us forty years to make up,” he said as he gripped the cook’s hand. “Don’t make the same mistake we did.” He sighed and shook his head sadly. “It isn’t wrong, it isn’t disgusting, and if you love him go after him and bloody well find a way to create a life where you can be together.”