A Lover’s Comfort by Shawn Lane“I came as soon as I heard. I’m sorry I didn’t arrive sooner,” Lord Jackson Belmont declared to his lover, Connor, Duke of Granby. Though he had allowed Granby’s butler to take his overcoat and hat, he still wore his gloves, which he yanked off as he approached Granby.
Connor sat on the settee of his parlor, dressed all in black, which made him look extra pale. He held a snifter of brandy, grasped tightly in his hand. His gaze had flown immediately to Jack as soon as he’d rushed into the room.
“It’s quite all right. I wouldn’t expect you to dash over in this weather.”
“But your mother…” Jack took a deep breath, cast his gloves aside, and joined Connor on the settee. “Was it quick?”
Connor smiled faintly. “As quick as it ever is I expect.” He put aside the
