Chapter Eight
Joshua Greig
A sound reached Joshua’s ears. Before he had time to turn his head in its direction, much less work out what it was, his twin was beside him, grinning like the bloody Cheshire Cat. “All right, bro?”
“f**k’s sake!” Joshua said, dropping the pillow he’d been putting a cover on and clutching his chest. “Ye’ve got tae stop doing shite like that. Yer going tae give someone a heart attack one o’ these days.”
“Och! Dinnae fash. Yer heart’s just fine. Anyway, dinnae ye want tae ken what I’m doing here? What happened in London since we spoke?”
Joshua rolled his eyes and let out a little growl. He was pleased Taylor had returned home, much earlier than expected, no less, and was in one piece—he admitted only to himself that he’d surreptitiously checked his brother ove
