Chapter 5

They all looked rather alike, pale and brown-haired and trying hard to belong. Robert searched for his intended. Nearly missed the young man, who seemed to be attempting to hide behind his parents. Not a good start.

He held out a hand. “It’s a pleasure to see you, Mr. Irving.”

Mr. Dalton Irving gazed at the hand, and got even more speechless. He was pretty, inarguably so: delicate and attractive, with dark softly tumbled hair and big honey-brown eyes. Long eyelashes trembled at Robert like a fawn trapped in a hunter’s sights.

“I promise,” Robert attempted jovially, “I don’t bite. Unless you’d like that sort of thing.”

Mr. Irving’s eyes got even wider. Robert hadn’t thought that’d be possible.