Jeremy watched David apply himself to his pie with gusto. He was good to the servants; polite and respectful, like a true gentleman. In fact, it was almost impossible to believe he wasn’t the respectable man he thought he’d met, but someone who made a living out of thieving.
They ate in companionable silence, David occasionally topping up their wine glasses, until they both sat back with a sigh.
“Delicious,” David murmured, wiping his mouth with his napkin.
“Definitely.” Jeremy laid his napkin on the table and took another sip of his wine.
David eyed him from across the table. “What will you do now?”
“Go to bed?”
“I mean in general. What will you do? Would you like to try and secure another post as a footman?”
Jeremy actually shuddered. “Not if I can help it. There must be something
