Page 82 of Juliet's Touch

Thank Christ!

Since the pawn shop wasn’t far, Eric wouldn’t need Harvey.

“Do ye want me to come with ye?” Flynn asked. “Extra muscle.”

For a second, Eric considered Flynn’s offer, deciding against it. “No. I want you to exercise Harvey.” That should keep his mate occupied, so he wasn’t an accomplice in the evisceration of a peer of the realm.

“Harvey?” Flynn asked

Apparently, Flynn didn’t realize the black stallion had a name. “My horse.” Chesterhill’s horse, really, but while the equine was in London, Eric was claiming him.

“You have a horse and are in love?” Auntie smiled.

“Are we to have a wedding soon?” Mrs. Paulson wrapped him in his arms. Meanwhile, Imogene bounced on her toes, waving the duster about.

They didn’t seem to understand the dangerous situation because this was not the time for celebration. “He means to harm her,” Eric gruffed. “I have to find them right away.” This time, he made it to the back door and shoved it open.

“Be careful,” Auntie called. “I love you.”

“We all love you,” Mrs. Paulson said.

“Best lad in the world,” Flynn added.

The door closed before Eric had a chance to tell them that he loved them, too.