Chapter 1Mr. Robert Thorne needed organizing.
Anthony Price had been certain of that the moment he’d first met the man. Robert Thorne was impulsive, generous to a fault, fond of pleasure, and entirely capable of forgetting to reply to either a love-note or a watchmaker’s bill—not from malice, never from cruelty, but from distraction. Robert Thorne left books open on sofa-cushions and dashed out of doors without a hat to kiss an arriving lover or two.
Robert Thorne, in short, needed a keeper. And the aforementioned organization.
Anthony had concluded as much upon that first meeting, and continued to be certain of that now, a year and a month and four days later, having seen Robert every single day since.
Since the first instant he’d walked into James Thorne’s study to meet with both the
