Camwolf by J.L. Merrow

Author:J.L. Merrow [Merrow, J.L.]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The University Arms was perhaps not the most exclusive hotel in Cambridge—the

Garden House, down by the river, was general y considered to hold that honour—but it

did have a certain old-world grandeur. The chandelier in the lobby could have been a

stand-in for the one in The Phantom of the Opera, and some of the staff even spoke with English accents.

Nick was directed to a lift of the old-fashioned cage sort, with a plaque

commemorating its instal ation by Waygood Otis himself in 1927. Nick wondered

irrelevantly, as he slammed the iron gate shut, what had happened to names like

Waygood. It was probably ripe for rediscovery by modern generations—he could

easily imagine a couple of chavs looking fondly at their newborn, one of them saying

“Yeah, Chantel e, he looks way good.” A portrait of the man himself stared back at Nick

from the lift wal . He didn’t look like he’d have much of a sense of humour about his

name or, indeed, anything else. Nick felt a childish urge to make a rude gesture at him,

but instead pul ed open the gate once more as the lift juddered to a halt.

The Markhams were staying in suite 321, which was the most expensive in the

place. Nick straightened his shoulders as he knocked on the door, reminding himself

that, as a fel ow of a Cambridge col ege, he had no reason to feel il -at-ease in such

surroundings. Nevertheless, it took al his effort not to jump when a stern voice

shouted “Come in.”

As he stepped into the room, Nick’s eyes fel first upon a blonde woman standing

by the window, her face pale in the grey autumn light. Julian’s mother, she must be

—but Christ, she could have passed for his twin sister. Same hair, same slender

beauty…same troubled eyes. No wonder the boy had a difficult relationship with his

father. There must have been nothing of the man in him.

Markham was a stiff figure at her side, somewhat round-shouldered in the manner

of the unusual y tal man who spends his life bending down to talk to people. His arm

hovered constantly around his wife’s shoulders, but it seemed to Nick more of a

protective than a possessive gesture.

“Ah. Sewel ?” Markham stepped forward, hand outstretched.

Nick took it mechanical y. Markham’s grip was cautiously firm, as if he worried

smal er fingers might be crushed by his outsize grasp. “Mr. Markham. And Mrs.

Markham. I can’t tel you how sorry I am that we’re meeting under such difficult

circumstances.”

Elisabeth Markham gave a wan smile. “You must cal me Lili. I know…my son has

written to me about you.”

Wel , that at least was a relief. Probably. Nick hadn’t been looking forward to

dealing with a mother coping with the dual blows of her son’s disappearance and the

revelation of his homosexual relationship with an older man. “Oh? He, ah, didn’t

mention that to me,” Nick stal ed, hoping she’d let slip just what Julian had said about

him.

“He finds it difficult, sometimes, to be open with people. He’s just a boy.” She

seemed to be struggling not to cry.

Markham stepped in firmly. “Point is, Sewel , the boy trusts you, so we do too.

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