Chapitre 67: Chapter 67

“Are they still sore?” I was tempted to stroke my fingers along his cheek, over his chin, but closed them again into a fist in an effort to prevent myself from touching him. You are his director, Trevalyan, I reminded myself. There will be no touching!

He grinned ruefully. “I can’t quite get used to the new me.”

“You were too pretty.”

“Pretty? Me?”

“One of the reasons Malossini was willing to take you on.”

He laughed softly. “You mean it wasn’t because of Gino’s scintillating personality?”

I laughed myself. Gino was…not bright was the kindest way to phrase it. “Well, now you have the look of a…a…”

“A rugged individualist?” Tanner offered, and I was spared saying a man’s man, this man’s man. He sighed. “I was used to that face, sir. Well, at least I can move about London without fear of having my balls ripped off.”

“Yes. Giacomina Marrone is proving to be as volatile as her brother. I think even Noel Burdon is looking over his shoulder.”