A few days later, Tristan watched Samuel parade in the new clothes with a tight feeling in his chest. He really did look every inch the gentleman. Those shoulders, those thighs. He shook his head.
“You look splendid,” he said, walking over to twitch the set of his coat. His waistcoat was a soft green that made his eyes look even greener. Tristan tilted his head to one side and considered. Jade. He needed jade. Perhaps a cravat pin…
“Beg pardon?” He stared at Samuel, who had been speaking.
“If you keep looking at me like that these clothes are not going to stay on long.”
Samuel was grinning at him and Tristan felt himself blush. He was so relieved that Samuel liked the clothes.
“I like your new hair,” he said. Tristan’s valet had done a superlative job in taming Samuel’s curls into a f
