Chapter 95

“I’m injured. You should never shock an injured man, particularly if he has a head injury. You could do irreparable damage.” He rubbed his eyes and yawned. “What time is it?”

“Do you mind?”Tristan said, with centuries of aristocratic breeding oozing from every outraged pore of his body, despite the fact that his fair hair was sticking up at all angles and his eyes were clogged with sleep.

“Well, it might have been more fun if you’d both been in the altogether,” Gareth admitted with a saucy grin.

“You are far too bloody jolly. It’s not even morning,” Sam said, adjusting his position and wondering if he should attempt to sit up.

“It’s five-thirty. Alfie has everything packed and we are ready to go. Breakfast will be in fifteen minutes. Alfie has held his valet off until you get to your room and make it look as though you slept there rather than with sleeping beauty here.”

“Alfie?” Sam said with a raised brow.