Wesley could stand to hear some more of that warm, velvety language. “That was pretty.” He propped his chin on his hand. “Now translate.”
“You just said I wouldn’t have to!”
“No, I said I wouldn’t know what itmeant,” Wesley pointed out. “Which I don’t, so now you have to tell me.”
Sebastian narrowed his eyes, then gave a short, sharp sigh and averted his gaze. “I said,I think you’re the witch, because when I’m with you, I remember how to be free.”
Wesley froze.
“Andalso,” Sebastian said, still not meeting Wesley’s gaze, “you obviously can and have changed, because you see where you can be better now. People are allowed to grow, even viscounts, you know.”
Wesley stared for a long moment. And then he leaned forward very suddenly. “You and I must return to the manor.”
Sebastian blinked. “Is everything okay?”
No, it isn’t. You’ve just uttered the most romantic words anyone has ever said to me, in a Yorkshire pub over chips.
Wesley picked up his ale. “I have some things I need to take care of.”
“Like what?”
Like finding out what you do when the man you’ve been flirting with flirts back. See if you’d like to give me the chance to take care of you.
Wesley brought the glass to his lips. “Business.”
Sebastian furrowed his brows. “Anything I can help with?”
Oh, I have something you could help with, right here in my trousers.
“We’ll see,” Wesley said lightly.
It was the beginning of twilight as they walked back to the Bentley, and Sebastian was never going to get used to how much earlier the sun set in the fall in northern countries.
“I suppose you think you’re driving again,” Lord Fine said, as the cathedral loomed in front of them.
Sebastian bit down his lip before he smiled. “Am I?” he said innocently.
“What was I just saying about beautiful people being spoilt because no one tells themno?” Lord Fine’s gaze traveled over Sebastian, a slow sweep over his body and back up to linger on his lips. “Anything else you want from me?” he said lightly. “I’m clearly going to say yes.”
If Lord Fine kept saying he thought Sebastian was handsome, Sebastian was going to have a very hard time remembering why he shouldn’t kiss him.
Sebastian glanced up at the cathedral, one of the largest he’d ever seen, stone and stained glass stretching up to the sky. The opening notes of the choir’s evensong were drifting out to the street.
He looked over at Lord Fine hopefully.
“When I saidwhat do you want from me, the answer I was hoping for wasn’tchurch,” Lord Fine said sardonically.
“We’re not going to church, we’re going to see the architecture.” Sebastian took a pointed step backward, toward the cathedral, trying to get Lord Fine to follow. “I bet it’s very pretty inside.”
“It’s a church. You already know what’s inside—pews and priests.”
Sebastian took another step back. “The choir has started.”
“I’m sorry, you seem to have confused me with a man who has an ounce of sentiment. Why would I agree to play tourists at York Minster?”
“You’re not,” Sebastian said. “I’mplaying the tourist, andyouhave to come with me to stay with the tattoo.”
“And the medic uses a tactical maneuver to win the battle, I’m impressed,” Lord Fine said, with a grudging smile. “Lead on, then.”
