Sam answered the knock on the door with anticipation. He opened it, and there stood Gareth. Resplendent in a vibrant blue coat and a frothy white cravat, his long dark hair made him look exotic. He had been itching to see him for days, ever since he sent the note.
“Gad. You open your own front door? And there I thought you had an earl at your beck and call.”
“Shut up.” Sam pulled him into the hallway and enveloped him in a hug. “Good to see you, although I should probably plant you a facer.”
“My dear boy, why would you want to hit me?”
‘For kissing my man, touching him?’
Gareth laughed into Sam’s coat. “That was ages ago. He was so terribly uptight. I had to do something lest he faint dead away.” Gareth pulled away still smiling. “He is dreadfully prudish. I can’t quite imagine him be
