Chapter 2
Tony insisted Portia be kept in the dark about my arrival in London, which I didn’t think was a smart move, but he was the older brother.
It was unwieldy as well. I sent the information to Tony, and he saw Portia got it.
I made a point of keeping our little sister in my sights, careful that she didn’t see me.
For the most part she went around with a group of young British men and women, riding, paying visits, shopping, dining, and going dancing every night. It was easy to see they liked her, and the feeling appeared to be mutual.
One of the young men seemed to…hover. He was pretty, with ash-brown hair and slate-gray eyes, and although he stuttered as well, Portia didn’t seem to mind—not the hovering or the stuttering. It struck me as odd, since, in spite of what Father thoug
