Chapter 2: Day 1, Afternoon, and Day 2, MorningJason stood on the fake deck of a fake ship, under soundstage lights, and watched Colby Kent from a distance. Colby, in full Regency aristocrat costume—and oh that was doing things to Jason’s equilibrium, those long legs in tight breeches, the shape of that slimness defined by creamy brocade in waistcoat form—wasn’t facing him. Gazing away, the way he ought to be when the scene began. William Crawford, Viscount Easterly, caught and enchanted by this new unpredictable world of ropes and decks and sea-terms. For a moment entranced not by Stephen but by a far-off horizon.
God, Colby was good. Even standing in place he embodied Will’s depth of longing.
Jason admired him and ached for him and wanted him with a sort of angry inadvertent want. Colb
