Tommy found me in the mews when he returned an hour or so later. He was dressed in riding clothes.
“Have you eaten?” I asked.
“Yes. Ready for our ride?”
I nodded.
“Excellent. Ollie, fetch Chaucer.”
“Yes, sir.” The stable boy raced down the centre aisle of the stables.
“Chaucer?”
“Yes. Dinah named him.”
Dinah was his brother’s wife, and from the way Tommy spoke of her, I could tell he liked her very much. As a matter of fact, if I hadn’t known for certain he preferred gentlemen to ladies, I’d have been…no, surely not jealous? I sighed. Yes, jealous.
“Roddy?”
“Sorry, I was wool-gathering. You were saying Dinah named the horse?”
He frowned, puzzled, but then continued. “Yes. She’s always been the fanciful sort. She’d seen paintings of scenes from the Middle Ages and thought the gel
