Chapter 9
Jeremy sat beside David as he drove the carriage, keeping a respectable distance between them and feeling utterly wretched. He ached from head to toe, his face throbbed, and his backside and leg was bruised from where Fisher had gone berserk. It hurt to sit, but he managed to do so without fidgeting too much. His damned heart hurt more though. Every time he glanced at David he had to accept his handsome, aristocratic, respectable lover, the man who had given him so much, was nothing but a common thief. A pretty package, but a thief nonetheless. What a damned mess. After David had found him, and still wanted him even though he was dressed up, he didn’t think his life could be any better. Then in the blink of an eye it was all gone. All a lie. He should have known.
By the time th
