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“Why not?”

“He was always invited, as was his mum, but she repeatedly declined, saying it wasn’t proper for a housekeeper to spend the holidays with her employer.”

“That’s a shame.”

“He never complained, but I would think it would be especially hard on Gus.”

“The four of you are close.”

“Very much so. They became my brothers. The same is true for them.”

“Are you all only children?” I asked.

“Gus and I are. Con and Tag both have younger siblings. In Con’s case, they’re half-siblings.”

“I suppose I could thank my parents for my boring home life since it’s what inspired me to become a journalist.”

“How so?” David asked.

“I devoured the newspaper. Every section, every article. It provided hours of entertainment back then. I remember how thick it was when it arrived. Now, it’s hardly the size of a tabloid.”

“The internet is to blame, I suppose.”

“Sadly, it will likely lead to the demise of my profession.”

David shook his head. “I disagree. There will always be a need for people like you who report on the Eric Webers of the world. How the news is delivered will continue to evolve. Like most things must.” He turned to face me. “And here we are, back to all the things we shouldn’t talk about before bed.”

“We could stop talking altogether.”

He grinned. “Yeah? And do what instead?”

“Kiss. Among other things.”

I giggled when he scooped me off the sofa and carried me into the bedroom, where we spent most of the night doing those other things.”

17

SAVIOR

We spent two days at Typhon’s flat in London before Con made contact, saying the security updates were complete at Ashcroft Castle and we could return.

While I was happy to leave the city, I would always remember his flat fondly, given it was where Sullivan and I had first made love. In fact, it was what we spent the majority of our time there doing.

In preparation for our departure, I requested Gus’ help with several things. First, knowing that Sullivan had preferred staying in Primrose Croft over Glenshadow Castle or the flat, I asked him to ensure there’d be no security issues involved in our staying at Thistle Gate.

When he assured me it was as safe as anywhere else on the estate, I made my second request.

We traveled to Glasgow via the same private aircraft we’d flown on three days ago. Rather than by Condor, Angel was accompanied by Crash, whose call sign made Sullivan giggle. From the airfield, we had the same helicopter pilot ferry us, except rather than land at Glenshadow, we touched down on Ashcroft, where we were met by Gus.

“Welcome home,” he said when we deboarded and raced over to the SUV.

“Couldn’t have arranged warmer weather, mate?” I joked. It was well below zero this morning when the average temps could reach as high as twelve Celsius.

“My apologies. Next time.”

I shuddered and put my arm around Sullivan. “I promise we’re going someplace warm.”

“Shall I?—”

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