Chapter 8
“Looking for wagers regarding your lovely little bride-to-be?”
Alistair didn’t look up from the betting book he was perusing at White’s. “Good morning, Father. Bit early for you to be up and out, isn’t it?”
“Could say the same for you.” Penrith pulled out a chair at the table and sat down beside Alistair. “Stars were bright and twinkly last night, just the way you like them. Thought they’d keep you up until dawn. Or were you concentrating your efforts on other celestial bodies, eh?” He gave Alistair a playful elbow to the ribs.
Alistair closed the book, his finger marking his spot, and gave his attention to his father. The morning light streaming through the club’s big bow windows showed every line of dissipation on the older man’s face and revealed there was far more grey th
