Lucien’s door was open and he was lying in his bed stripped of his wet clothes. His eyes were closed and his chest bare with the blankets pulled up only to his waist. His muscles were smooth and sculpted and for a second her mind blanked before reality crashed in. Three pairs of eyes studied her and Horatia felt her face heat up.
“I…” she stammered.
Lucien stirred. “Horatia?” His voice was hoarse.
“Yes?”
Lawrence stood back, allowing Lucien’s seeking gaze to find her.
“Come in, please. I wish to speak with you. Alone.” He shot pointed looks at both of his brothers.
The two exchanged a look of disapproval, hesitating until finally Lawrence gestured towards the door that he and Avery should leave. Lawrence, still frowning, made a grand show of leaving the door ajar. Lucien in turn scow
