Chapter 18

“Don’t be soft,” Milo said with a smirk.

Grange stuck his feet back in with another laugh, and swished them about.

“We should take off our coats.”

Grange turned and smiled. He stripped off the coat, and the waistcoat beneath, until he was left in a white linen shirt that was thin enough for Milo to make out the pattern of hair beneath it, and then he rolled up his sleeves. His arms were dark as though he spent a lot of time in the sun and again, dusted with hair. Milo could feel a fascination with body hair developing.

“Let me help,” he said and moved so he could tug off Milo’s coat. Milo removed his waistcoat and then rolled up his own sleeves. It was alarmingly liberating to be out in the hot sunshine in a minimum of clothing.