Chapter Eight
John sighed and relented with his cosseting. He got up and sat in the chair opposite her and a little farther away from the fire, which was much too hot for him. “You will be happy to hear I was taking a young lady for a drive in the park,” he told her. He didn’t hide anything from his mother—she knew all about everything he did. Truly, everything.
“Oh, really?” she said, her eyes lighting up, either that or her fever was returning.
He gave a little sigh and then laughed. “You know I went to Lord Emmerton’s yesterday to, er, relieve him of a certain diamond necklace he’d bought for his mistress?”
“Yes, you did mention you were going to do that. Hopefully, that will satisfy Mr. Meir so he can return to Amsterdam and leave you alone for a while.”
He smiled. His mother didn
