“You have a guest, my lord.” Tristan frowned as he handed over his hat and coat to the footman, who had waited for his late return. Who on earth would be calling at this hour? He headed for the library and opened the door to find Sam standing by the fireplace. Tall, manly, and handsome. His heart stopped for a moment and then flung itself against his ribs like a crazed bird. He wondered if he would ever be able to look at him without that happening. Somehow he doubted it.
“Sam.” It was all he could say. He turned and closed the door behind him and tried to breathe.
“Two things,” Sam said, and paced a little. Tristan could tell he was anxious so he just nodded.
“First. I…I have a proposition for you. I cannot claim credit for it, I had some help, but I think if you will listen you will s
