Chapter 2
Tristan Kingsley gaped at Carter in shock. “You’re going to do what?”
Carter grumbled and took a large drink from his pint. “You heard.” They were sharing a drink in the local pub in Haresbury, a little town not too far from the Pembroke estate just outside London.
“It’s reckless, foolish, and likely to get you shot. I approve.” Tristan’s blue-green eyes sparkled with mischief. “You and Celia in Italy for an entire month? Tell me you won’t spend the entire time mooning at her with calf-eyes and begging to hold her hand. I’d hoped you’d be well past that by now.”
Carter frowned. “You’re encouraging me to shag your cousin?”
Tristan frowned. “Well…er…put it like that and it doesn’t sound good. Make love to her sounds better. Actually, saying nothing at all sounds better—we both
