“Your instincts,” Theo said, to David. That was an admission of unrevealed magic talent if he’d ever heard one. And David had done it now, for this. “I do appreciate this, but I promise I know what I’m doing. What we’re doing.”
“It feels wrong.” David actually ran a hand through his hair. “Don’t.”
“He’s upset,” Clarence confided, “with me, too—when all I did was go off with Lydia to—never mind that, Theo, he means well. But I don’t know what we’re doing here. What are we doing here?”
Henry said, also to the Duke of Fareham, “Thank you for the concern.” Their eyes met; Henry had Theo’s hand in his, and David’s arm, perhaps unconsciously, was touching Theo’s brother’s. “But I promise you we’ve a plan. And thank you for…the other offer, as well. I’m considering it.”
David nodded back. Cla
