Chapter 6Kit discovered himself the first person in the breakfast room, shivering and glowering at frostbitten windows, heavy thick rugs, silver dishes of bacon and eggs and kippers and toast. He’d planned to be first, under the circumstances, though he’d not been certain he’d manage it; he did not know the household routine. No servants were present; no surprise, though, given the informality he’d been met with.
He scowled at the bacon and eggs. Of course the Earls of Fairleigh had food displayed in silver dishes. Even in the face of snowbound roads, Edward and Harry wouldn’t starve. Harry—
Harry. Who had been leaving his brother’s rooms in the dark. Moving soundlessly. Long after any reasonable person should’ve been in bed.
Never mind that Kit himself had been up. He knew he personall
