And his headache, most days, if he were honest.
He wasn’t a businessman by nature—in Holland, he was the second son of a gentleman, used to being waited on by servants who snickered when his wandering hands strayed to their breeches. Then his father had died, and his older brother tired of Eduard’s indiscretions. A small part of Eduard wondered if his brother hadn’t been the one to put the stable hand up to pressing charges, because Lord knew the boy had been all too willing in the hay. Even a hasty marriage couldn’t save his name. Though it had pained him to do it, he’d asked Marien to beg his brother for passage to the colonies of the South Pacific in the hopes of beginning all over again.
Little had he known the dark men from the heart of the island would enflame his senses and set hi
