Chapter 63

The money was no problem at all. The problem was constructing some kind of identity for Samuel so that they could spend time together without arousing suspicion. There was no doubt that he could find rooms for him, somewhere he could visit regularly. God, if he could have his way he would spend every night with Samuel in his bed. He didn’t even know what he was offering the man, or what the man wanted in return, but Samuel had said he loved him. He loved him. Him. Tristan. Tristan put his head in his hands as his heart started thundering again.

“What ho, old chap!”

Tristan almost jumped out of his skin. He hadn’t heard the door and the footman hadn’t made an announcement of a guest. His cousin from his mother’s side, Lord Alfred, better known to him as Alfie, stood in the door with his customary supercilious smile on his irritating face; the footman scurried behind him.