Chapter 13Drew
“Drew.”
“Papa?” I looked up in surprise from the paperwork I’d been concentrating on in the study of the London townhouse I shared with Robin. “What are you doing in Town?”
“We’ve decided to spend Christmas with you.”
“Brilliant.” I hadn’t seen them in ages. “Have you brought Pere along with you?” They had a standing invitation to visit us whenever they chose.
“He’s gone to Tatt’s to see about some promising yearlings. He knows how much I dislike London in December.”
I had to smile at his disgruntled tone. “You could have let him come to Town by himself,” I teased.
“He’s too handsome for his own good.” He harrumphed. “Do you think I want to beat off his admirers with a stick?” But I could see the warm glow in his eyes.
“You know he’d never look at anyone else.” All t
