From that night on, Martin often found himself in Dylan’s bed. Fear and caution had been thrown to the wind, come what may. He never went seeking his employer-lover and if he was not invited, he spent the night alone in his own room. Still, the invitations came often enough to assure him of his place—both his formal job and his newer role as Dylan’s lover. He valued both, almost equally, although the latter was the most appealing and exciting on a personal level.
He always left before morning, just in case one of the children might seek either him or their uncle. Even Dylan did not seem to want the youngsters to find him and Martin together, and of course not in an intimate embrace. Martin lived in horror of that very thing taking place. How would he explain? It was an appalling thought.
