until dawn; my meeting with the committee went on till noon. I didnât realize a few hours rest in the afternoon would discompose you so, Oliver.â
âNever mind that. I just have one question, Philip: What in the name of God were you thinking of?â
Riordan turned back to the mirror, avoiding the older manâs eyes. âAt what particular time?â
âDonât play games with me.â
He laid his razor down and picked up a towel, still not answering, trying to shake the feeling of being a naughty boy who has angered his schoolmaster. After twenty years, he marveled, Oliver still had that effect on him.
âA dozen people saw you with her,â Quinn persisted. âDidnât you realize it?â
âI thought no one would recognize me.â
âNo one would have if you hadnât made such a spectacle of yourself! Did you think you couldââ he sputtered, then got it outââhave intercourse with her in a public garden?â
In spite of himself, Riordan laughed. âThe thought crossed my mind,â he admitted.
âIdiot! Even Wade saw you mauling her! If you were trying to test her, why not do it in private?â
There was a knock and the door opened. It was Walker again.
âGo on, Oliver. You can speak in front of John.â
âI asked you a question.â
The door opened again; to Riordanâs relief it was Beal, his valet, in front of whom they couldnât speak. Behind him was a yellow-haired chambermaid with a tray. She set it down on a table by the bed, blushing prettily at the intimidating sight of the masterâs all but naked body, and went away.
âAnyone care to join me?â asked Riordan, indicating the tray. No one responded.
âIâve already laid your clothes out in the dressing room, sir,â said the valet in an aggrieved tone.
âOh, have you, Beal? All right, then. Go away.â
âYes, sir.â He left.
âIâm still waiting,â Quinn reminded him.
Riordan went to the tray, picked up a meat pie, whole, and took a tremendous bite out of it. He stared at Quinn, chewing slowly. Walker stood a short distance away, hands behind his back, quiet and unobtrusive as always. Finally Riordan swallowed. âWhat was the question?â
Quinn let out an angry breath. âThe whole plan is ruined, thanks to you! How is she supposed to begin an affair with Wade when everyone thinks sheâs having one with you?â
âThat is a bit sticky, I can see that,â he returned, unrepentant. âI guess it wasnât such a good idea to use Miss Merlin after all.â
Quinn turned sharply to the secretary. âWalker, would you mind leaving us for a few minutes?â
Riordan protested; Quinn insisted. The secretary excused himself.
âNow,â said Quinn.
Riordan spun on his heel and went into the dressing room, unfinished pie in hand, but it was no use. Quinn was right behind him. He threw off his towel and reached for the white cambric shirt Beal had put out.
âIâd hoped the kind of behavior you exhibited last night was something youâd safely relegated to the past.â Quinnâs voice was heavy with disapproval. âWhat happened?â
Riordan pulled on his breeches, avoiding the other manâs eyes. âNothing happened,â he said sullenly. âShe was there. She was willing. Thatâs all. For Christâs sake, Oliver, Iâm only human.â
Quinn shook his head. âIâm disappointed, Philip. I was sure that kind of woman no longer appealed to you.â
âWhat kind of woman is that?â he asked very softly, his hands suddenly still over the buttons of his shirt.
Quinn looked at him in surprise. âYou know what kind of woman I mean. The sort I thought youâd given up by now. You werenât drinking, were you?â
âNo!â he denied hotly.
âThank God for that, at least.â
Riordan