Chapter 10
Jeremy’s hand went to his mouth. Albert Potts? A common thief who imitates the aristocracy? Even ruffled, unshaven, and unkempt, David looked every inch the gentleman. Charming, frightfully handsome and aristocratic, just as though he had been born to it. The epitome of respectability.
He picked up the bag David had left on the dresser and went to sit on the bed with it and pulled it open. His breath caught. He pulled out his father’s brushes and his mother’s perfume bottle. He’d gone back. Jeremy swallowed. He opened the stopper and sniffed. There it was. That soft, violet scent which took him straight back to childhood. He put them back in the bag and held them to his chest. He ran his hand over the pillow where David has slept then lay down and buried his face in it. It sme
