personâs sexual tastes can be quite complicated.â
âBut Mr. Ross is . . .â
âNot quite what he seems.â Christian lowered his voice.
âIâve heard that my esteemed brother was involved in some extremely secret missions in France during the war.â
âAnd who told you that?â
âOne of his companions blurted it out last week while I was watching him being fucked.â
âIt seems rather unlikely.â
âThat someone would share something like that with me, or that dear, safe, boring Richard could be involved in anything at all?â Christian put his cup down on the table. âIt did occur to me that the information had been given to me deliberately, but then for what purpose? I have nothing to do with Richardâs life.â
âExcept that Richard wants you to allow the Lennox twins into the pleasure house. To be quite honest, in my experience, anyone who arrives with Lord Keyes is likely to be mixed up in something dangerous.â
âAnd Keyes is a friend of Richardâs,â Christian said. âIt might even be more complicated than that. Richard wants me to introduce Jack Lennox to my mother.â
âAnd at one time your mother was involved in a lot of dangerous activities in France.â
âShe still is.â Christian groaned. âWhich is why Iâd like you to help me keep an eye on the Lennox brothers.â
âIâll do that.â Ambrose picked up his newspaper. âIs there anything else?â
âThere is one more thing.â Christian hesitated. âIs Emily bothering you?â
Ambrose slowly lowered the paper and stared at Christian. âOf course not.â
âAre you sure? Because if she was bothering you, I could ask her not to come here.â
âIt would seem unfair for her to be the only member of the family who is excluded from the pleasure house,â Ambrose said carefully.
âBut as she cannot go upstairs, she spends her whole time in the kitchen with you.â
Ambrose met Christianâs gaze. âAnd youâd rather she didnât? Am I not considered fit company for her?â
âThat isnât what I meant and you know it. She is my half sister, but you are my best friend. I donât wish to see you hurt.â
âWhy would I be hurt?â
âBecause you care for her.â
A spark of anger ignited low in Ambroseâs gut. âCertainly I care for her. Iâve known her for years. She is like part of my family.â
Christian reached across and patted his hand. âThere is no need to be so defensive. Iâm not trying to pry. I just want you to know that if you wish to talk about anything, I am more than willing to listen.â
Ambrose dropped his gaze to their hands, noticing the contrast between the whiteness of his employerâs skin and the darkness of his own. âThere is nothing to talk about. Your family has my complete loyalty. You know I would do nothing to disgrace you or yours.â
Christian sighed. âI never thought you would, but Iâm here if you need me, and so is Elizabeth. She is very fond of you, you know.â After a final squeeze of Ambroseâs hand, Christian stood up and left the kitchen, leaving Ambrose staring at the floor.
Was it really so obvious that he cared for Emily Ross? Heâd tried so hard to suppress his feelings, to force them down, to treat her as he treated the rest of the Delornay-Ross family. Or was it that Emilyâs recent impatience with him had finally drawn the attention of her brothers? That was more likely the case. Emily had never been good at concealing her emotions.
Ambrose opened the newspaper and stared unseeingly at the print. She claimed that she loved him, and that she would never love another man. But how could he believe her? She was the daughter of a peer of the realm and he was . . . God, he didnât even know what or who he was. Only that he