Chapter 27
Lewis St. Claire returned to his father’s house in Gramercy and tossed the nag’s reins to the waiting groom.
He strode up the walk, took the shallow stairs in two steps, and stormed into the house. He knew at this time of day his father would be in his study, tossing back one glass of brandy after another.
The old man had always been quite fond of brandy, but lately he seemed even more so.
“Lewis.” Father peered at him over a snifter of the amber liquid. “I trust your wife is well?”
“She’s fine. Breeding again.”
“At least that’s one thing you’re capable of. Now if you could just get some sons.”
Beyond baring his teeth at him in an imitation smile of cordiality, Lewis didn’t bother responding to that. He was no more paternal than his father and had little to do with the br
