Tonight, he looked lovely, yes, smashing, of course, but it was more than that, and Theo was abruptly aware of at least one of the reasons Henry’d been so good at his job.
No one could resist those sapphire eyes sparkling in the glow of the fire, brought out even more by the gold brocade waistcoat he wore. The knot in his cravat was simple but neat and stylish, a far cry from the first time Theo’d laid eyes on him. Henry had very obviously attempted to neaten his hair by running a comb through it, and while Theo could see the small difference, those ginger locks still stuck out everywhere in their perpetual state of messiness. This sort of untidiness did not bother Theo; there was a sense of charm to it, a casual sophistication only Henry could employ so brilliantly. Henry had previously
