Tristan wanted to ask if he had…
“I have never bedded any of them though. None of them were clients of mine.”
Tristan’s stomach unknotted. Marginally. “That’s…good to hear.”
Sam sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Now do you see why I could never come to the clubs with you?”
Tristan nodded.
They ate in silence as the room filled up again. When Sam pushed his plate away, Tristan put his fork down.
“The weather looks quite pleasant. Perhaps we should take a walk. It might help clear you head.”
Sam gave a polite nod and gestured for them to leave. As they walked out Tristan watched Sam studiously ignore the occupants of the breakfast room and sighed.
* * * *
They had not walked far when Tristan heard a shout from behind and turned to see Alfie pursuing them with Gareth beside him.
“Good morning,” Alfie said as he reached them.