Jennison tucked the fan into the cabinet behind him and turned his attention to the young man who’d just sat down and pushed a fob across the table.
Alistair nuzzled Charlotte. “Looks like he’s begun his night work.”
“Now would be a good time to take a look at his office.”
At the end of the next hand, Alistair made a show of stretching. “Time to get rid of some of this wine, eh what?”
Charlotte obligingly clung to him as he staggered out of the room and into the hall.
“The men’s necessary is in there,” said one of the serving wenches, pointing over her shoulder. She blew a strand of red hair out of her eyes. “Or them’s rooms upstairs, what can be rented by the hour.”
“Thank you.” Alistair didn’t have to fake the lurch to the side, as Charlotte stepped behind him the instant she’d spo
