“You’re an idiot.”
“Thanks.” Matthew can be so charming. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t contact him.”
“And when will you? When his blood pressure’s shot to a boil? He’s bound to discover you’re back soon, and the longer you stay quiet, the longer it’ll upset him. Stop fussing!”
That last snapped out. Phillip turned from the window in time to see that Matthew wasn’t barking at him. They’d arrived back in London a week earlier, and for that time, Matthew had been undergoing a series of tests. He was currently on the last one, and the prognosis was the same. They could slow the deterioration, nothing more. Matthew’s sister, having been through this with one brother already, cast a weary glance across the room. Her lips were set.
“Sorry,” Matthew said a moment later.
“You’d better be,” his sist
