Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
His dick stirred and he swore as he raked the towel back over his face then down to his chest. Falcon leaned against the wall, dark chocolate eyes watching him. He knew his friend, more like a brother to him since they’d first met at the side of a lake.
“What?”
Falcon cocked an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.
Tossing the towel over his shoulder, Bryn crossed his arms and waited. Falcon was quiet and contained, moving at his own speed. Not one to get upset.
Except when it came to Keely.
“You’re not thinking about the trip to America. You’re focused on your woman.”
He shook his head. “I’m not thinking about her.”
Falcon smirked. “Not denying she’s yours then.” His smirk turned into a laugh at Bryn’s obscene gesture.
Striding to where his shirt hung on a hook, he reached out to tug it over his shoulders, all the while ignoring his friend. Silence met him and after a moment, he turned to find Falcon simply waiting.
“Spit it out already.”
“You missed our meeting this morning.”
He turned to his coat and pulled it on. “It’s tomorrow.” Bryn paused, rolled his lower lip and faced his friend. “Wasn’t it?”
“No. We were supposed to meet at White’s this morning.” Falcon pushed away from the wall only to rock back on his heels. “I can only guess what you were doing. And because of that, I had to come out in the cold to this place and find you.”
Having a dream where he’d had a woman that he couldn’t get out of his mind. However, he wanted to get the smug look off his friend’s face. Which meant he was going to do whatever it took to make that happen.
“I’m sure I was dealing with my sister and her new boyfriend.”
Yeah, he was a dick.
The easygoing and relaxed attitude Falcon typically had had during his training session vanished like a glass of whiskey in front of a drunk.
It took Falcon a few moments before he glanced back to Bryn. “You’re a bastard.”
“Thought my parents took care of that.”
“Perhaps so, but they could be out a son.” A clear warning in that chocolate gaze.
“You could just tell her you’re in love with her and go from there.”
Falcon snorted. “I’m not in love with Keely. I simply know when she’s making a mistake.”
“You don’t love her yet you feel she is making a mistake?” Doubt drenched his question.
“She has shit choices when it comes to men. We both know this, given all the fuckers we’ve run off from her in the past. What makes you think this one will be any different? Who is it?”
“Not sure, some guy from France.”
His best friend and brother from another mother growled low and fierce, enough to make Bryn wonder if there wasn’t a feral dog in the room with him.
“Yeah.” He clapped Falcon on the shoulder. “Not in love with her at all.”
“Fuck you. At least I’m not missing meetings because of her.”
He groaned, completely understanding the focus was back on him. Together they walked to the door, nodding at other patrons they passed.
“Lord Wetherstoft?”
Bryn paused before pivoting to the left, where a young man stood. Tall but thin with youthfulness. He could see a bit of familiarity to his features but from where was simply out of reach.
“My sister said you might be of assistance.”
All Bryn did was stare. He’d learned from both his parents that if you watched someone long enough, they would divulge what they were after. The young man flushed and rolled his shoulders before lifting his chin.
Bryn realized who this was. Rosamunde’s brother. Shit. All he had to do was think of her and his cock stiffened. Sharing a look with Falcon, he finished buttoning up his coat then tugged on his calfskin gloves.
The boy hadn’t spoken again and Bryn lifted an eyebrow before shrugging and walking by. At the door he didn’t even pause before striding out into the wintery morning.
“You know that was your woman’s brother, right?”
Tipping his hat at some passing gentry, Bryn nodded at the driver who held the carriage door for them. The moment he and Falcon got settled they rocked as the ride moved.
“He’s an ass.”
Falcon snorted. “How do you know this?”
“He let his sister go without an escort down to the docks.”
“Like you?”
He nodded, perfunctory. “Exactly. And how many times have you and Keely called me an ass?”
Falcon stretched out his legs. “Point taken.” A moment of quiet. “Are you even intrigued by what he wanted? What was it she said you would help him with?”
“Not really.”
Total lie, but he couldn’t forget what he’d heard as he’d left her house yesterday. He shared that with Falcon.
“What the hell!” Falcon clenched his fists. “I’ll fucking pummel them, no one speaks of Mama like that.”
Bryn patted his friend on the shoulder. “Or me.” His deadpan comment had Falcon huffing. “Or Keely.”