CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Aubrey turned the key and pushed open the front door of 38 Great Pulteney Street with his foot. The clock in the hall chimed 4:15 am. “Thanks again for the fish ‘n’ chips. I really enjoyed our evening together.” He bowed with an intoxicated flourish and brushed his lips across the back of Rachel’s hand. “A night cap, m’lady?” he asked, looking up at her.
She grinned. “Sure, why not. It’s not like I can do any more research tonight.”
In the kitchen, Aubrey shrugged off his bomber jacket and opened the top buttons of his dress shirt. He was sweating in the heat of the night, the white cotton clinging to the musculature beneath. The dark hair above his pecs was recently clipped.
“I have something you might enjoy.” His smile was cheeky, just how Rachel had come to like i
