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enjoyable.”
“For you .”
“Precisely.”
“And are you upset with Harry as well?” Adam asked Persephone.
“At the moment I am quite put out with him.” But Persephone’s smile had only grown.
“And why is that?” Adam asked.
Persephone sat on the edge of Adam’s desk, facing him, and reached out one hand to lightly brush a tuft of hair from his face. Persephone’s hand trailed down Adam’s face to rest along his jaw, her smile turning softer and far too intimate for Harry’s comfort.
“Harry,” Adam said authoritatively.
“Yes, Adam,” Harry said.
“Get out.”
Harry laughed and rose from his seat, moving quickly to the door. He glanced back before stepping out of the room only to be greeted with the sight of Adam pulling Persephone into his arms. Lucky dog.
Adam was married to his lady love. Harry was, apparently, in trouble with his.
Chapter 7
Laws! She was a vision. There was something almost painful about seeing Athena, the glow from the windows turning her golden halo of curls molten in the early evening sunlight. She possessed a figure any woman would envy and a breathtakingly beautiful countenance. Harry was certain she’d received compliments from more men than she could even remember. He couldn’t help wondering what her impression was of him. He didn’t consider himself anything out of the ordinary. His hair was neither light nor dark, his eyes an indifferent shade of blue. While a penchant for riding Adam’s vast assortment of horses and the necessity of walking whenever his friend’s stables were not convenient kept Harry in good physical shape, he doubted his build inspired any of the sighs and longing looks he’d seen directed toward the more sporting members of the Corinthian set.
He must have made some noise passing through the threshold to the drawing room. Athena spun around, her gaze pulled from the scene outside the windows and resting on him. Only a moment was required to register the fact that he had, indeed, found himself in the suds with the usually affable light of his life. The look on her face was decidedly laced with pique. But what on earth had he done?
“Good afternoon, Athena,” he greeted warily, approaching slowly and watching her expression for any indication of the reason she was upset with him. No clues were forthcoming.
“Is it?” she asked peevishly.
“A good afternoon?”
She crossed her arms in front of her and watched him, lips pursed. Harry found it necessary to clear his throat. Even his cravat had grown uncomfortably snug. Lud, he needed to find out what he’d done to warrant such a look of reproach. He was discovering that having Athena upset with him was remarkably distressing.
“It is certainly not a good afternoon if you are upset with me,” he admitted, moving closer to where she stood glaring at him. Some of Athena’s aggravation seemed to slip from her posture, though she did not yet look happy with him. He’d much rather see Athena smile at him than scowl. “Dare I ask what infraction I find myself guilty of committing, or have I further condemned myself by admitting that I do not know the reason for the black looks I am receiving?”
The slightest twitch of a smile tugged at Athena’s mouth, and Harry felt himself truly breathing for the first time since entering the room. Perhaps he was to be forgiven, after all.
“I have just endured the most horrendous drive through Hyde Park imaginable,” Athena said and gave him a look so pointed that it was obviously meant to be a thorough enough explanation.
“And I am in trouble because I was not the one driving you?” Harry asked, using a teasing tone to cover the fact that he genuinely hoped that was the reason.
“I would have far preferred being with you,” she confessed, looking as though she was reluctant to say something flattering while she was determined to be upset with him.
“Do you wish to talk about it?” Harry asked. “I have been told I am a
“For you .”
“Precisely.”
“And are you upset with Harry as well?” Adam asked Persephone.
“At the moment I am quite put out with him.” But Persephone’s smile had only grown.
“And why is that?” Adam asked.
Persephone sat on the edge of Adam’s desk, facing him, and reached out one hand to lightly brush a tuft of hair from his face. Persephone’s hand trailed down Adam’s face to rest along his jaw, her smile turning softer and far too intimate for Harry’s comfort.
“Harry,” Adam said authoritatively.
“Yes, Adam,” Harry said.
“Get out.”
Harry laughed and rose from his seat, moving quickly to the door. He glanced back before stepping out of the room only to be greeted with the sight of Adam pulling Persephone into his arms. Lucky dog.
Adam was married to his lady love. Harry was, apparently, in trouble with his.
Chapter 7
Laws! She was a vision. There was something almost painful about seeing Athena, the glow from the windows turning her golden halo of curls molten in the early evening sunlight. She possessed a figure any woman would envy and a breathtakingly beautiful countenance. Harry was certain she’d received compliments from more men than she could even remember. He couldn’t help wondering what her impression was of him. He didn’t consider himself anything out of the ordinary. His hair was neither light nor dark, his eyes an indifferent shade of blue. While a penchant for riding Adam’s vast assortment of horses and the necessity of walking whenever his friend’s stables were not convenient kept Harry in good physical shape, he doubted his build inspired any of the sighs and longing looks he’d seen directed toward the more sporting members of the Corinthian set.
He must have made some noise passing through the threshold to the drawing room. Athena spun around, her gaze pulled from the scene outside the windows and resting on him. Only a moment was required to register the fact that he had, indeed, found himself in the suds with the usually affable light of his life. The look on her face was decidedly laced with pique. But what on earth had he done?
“Good afternoon, Athena,” he greeted warily, approaching slowly and watching her expression for any indication of the reason she was upset with him. No clues were forthcoming.
“Is it?” she asked peevishly.
“A good afternoon?”
She crossed her arms in front of her and watched him, lips pursed. Harry found it necessary to clear his throat. Even his cravat had grown uncomfortably snug. Lud, he needed to find out what he’d done to warrant such a look of reproach. He was discovering that having Athena upset with him was remarkably distressing.
“It is certainly not a good afternoon if you are upset with me,” he admitted, moving closer to where she stood glaring at him. Some of Athena’s aggravation seemed to slip from her posture, though she did not yet look happy with him. He’d much rather see Athena smile at him than scowl. “Dare I ask what infraction I find myself guilty of committing, or have I further condemned myself by admitting that I do not know the reason for the black looks I am receiving?”
The slightest twitch of a smile tugged at Athena’s mouth, and Harry felt himself truly breathing for the first time since entering the room. Perhaps he was to be forgiven, after all.
“I have just endured the most horrendous drive through Hyde Park imaginable,” Athena said and gave him a look so pointed that it was obviously meant to be a thorough enough explanation.
“And I am in trouble because I was not the one driving you?” Harry asked, using a teasing tone to cover the fact that he genuinely hoped that was the reason.
“I would have far preferred being with you,” she confessed, looking as though she was reluctant to say something flattering while she was determined to be upset with him.
“Do you wish to talk about it?” Harry asked. “I have been told I am a
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