Matthias didn’t know how long he stayed in the rear-facing seat, staring opposite where only moments before he had been stretched out on top of Nick. It took several long moments before he was able to comprehend that he had just gone from the promise of very enjoyable carnal relations to being in an empty coach and speeding toward an equally empty bed.
Of all the idiotic—! In truth, Matthias didn’t know what to call a man who jumped from a moving coach. It would serve him right if he broke both legs. The fool could have killed himself, and for what? It wasn’t as if Matthias had been doing anything Nick hadn’t wanted—the other man’s desire had been quite obvious.
The concern for his sisters was a convenient excuse, one that Nick had used before. But the notion that Beresford wouldn’t marr
