Chapter Seven“Thank you, Farrow, I will see you tomorrow,” the Earl said. “I hope to be up by then.”
“I hope so too, M’Lord,” Michael Farrow replied. He picked up from the bed the papers they had been discussing, bowed, and left.
As soon as the door closed behind him the Earl looked into the far corner of the room and clicked his fingers.
Instantly something small, swift, and agile jumped onto the bed to lie beside him, l*****g his hand and ingratiating herself with every movement of her body.
The Earl fondled the soft ears of the spaniel.
“I suppose you know you are going to get into a lot of trouble for being on the satin cover.”
His voice only seemed to excite the dog further and she licked the Earl’s hand in a fervour of admiration.
It was the first thing the Earl had known on c
