Chapter 64

“Bastards!” he declared. “Bastards. The lot of them.” He tossed his long dark hair over one shoulder. His hair was silky and straight and he spent hours brushing it and tending it. His eyebrows were plucked into slender arches, and he made no attempt at all to hide his true nature. He was wonderful.

“Who now?” Sam asked, sipping his coffee.

Gareth held out a hand so Sam gave him the cup. “Thanks, darling.” He took a healthy swallow and then handed it back. “Men. Bastards. The lot. Present company excepted,” he added, and dropped a kiss on Sam’s head. “So, how is the escape plan going?”

“Well. I just need to see if he comes back tonight with the money.”

Gareth smiled and sat on the bed. “Do you think he might fancy a threesome?” he said and tossed his hair again.