Chapter 10
George lay on his bed, his insides all knotted up with guilt and shame. He’d gabbled something even he hadn’t understood and fairly bolted for the haven of his bedroom, locking the door behind him.
Matthew hadn’t knocked upon it. George wasn’t sure if he was glad or sorry. God, how could he have let the man kiss him like that when he was supposed to be here to spy upon him? What if Matthew had been the man to betray Hugh to his death? Every instinct in George cried out against it—but what the hell did he know for sure?
And what the hell had Matthew been thinking of, embracing him in Mrs. Mac’s sitting room like that? Had the man no sense of self-preservation whatsoever? She or Miss Lewis could have walked in at any moment! Then they’d have been out on their ears, and lucky if
