Remnant by Jordan L. Hawk

Author:Jordan L. Hawk [Hawk, Jordan L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-08-26T12:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Robert Caldwell’s Account

We split up so that Mr. Flaherty and I could dress for the evening, the Americans heading to their hotel and we back home. It was not a long walk from the Remnant back to Fetter Lane and the rooms Simon and I shared, which was all to the good. For one thing it was a damp and chilly day; for another, by the time we stepped over the threshold, Simon was on the verge of explosion. He waited in menacing silence while I removed my muddy boots, stood meaningfully by the open door to our rooms while I hung up my hat, and ran out of patience as I shook out my greatcoat.

“In,” he said, pushing me through the door.

“Goodness, Simon,” I remarked, once I had my balance. “Has something annoyed you?”

Simon has a decided talent for menacing looks, and the one he turned on me now was a classic of its kind. “Did you enjoy that performance earlier?” he enquired, voice dangerously calm.

“Very much,” I said, folding my greatcoat over the back of the chair. “As did Mr. Flaherty. I doubt Dr. Whyborne did, but one can’t have everything.”

“I did not enjoy it either.”

“That’s probably for the best,” I observed. “Poor Dr. Whyborne was quite overwhelmed as it was. If you’d been, ah, enjoying yourself, he might have suffered an apoplexy.”

Simon indicated his lack of interest in Dr. Whyborne’s health in a few expressive, if uncivil, phrases as I pulled my neckcloth off. “And meanwhile you were…dallying with the man Flaherty in the most open way in front of him! Did you think his employer wouldn’t notice?”

“Dr. Whyborne is Mr. Flaherty’s lover, not his employer,” I said patiently, removing my cufflinks, Simon’s Christmas gift, and placing them on our bedside table. “Yes, I mean it. Really, you do sometimes struggle to see what’s in front of your face.”

“I saw exactly what was in front of your face,” Simon pointed out, with some heat. “Since you were kneeling at Dr. Whyborne’s feet—”

“And the view from there was most intriguing. Confess, now.” I unbuttoned my shirt. “Were you not a little bit flattered by his attention? I found Mr. Flaherty very interesting, myself.”

Simon’s expression suggested I might be pushing him too far, but it had to be done. “I am not interested in Dr. bloody Whyborne,” he said through his teeth. “And I do not want you interested in Mr. bloody Flaherty.”

“Are you jealous?”

“No!”

“Quite unaffected. I see.” I hung up my shirt and turned to him, unfastening my trousers. “Then I suppose you will not be concerned if Mr. Flaherty and I thoroughly enjoy our evening in the Gilded Lily—”

I found myself flat on my face on the bed, the breath quite knocked out of me, with Simon’s powerful hands on my shoulders and his muscular knee shoving my legs apart. “You may be visiting this den of depravity with Flaherty,” he snarled in my ear, clearly driven beyond endurance. “But it’s me you’ll be thinking of when you do it.

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