dinner table. She already thought he would take her with no consideration for her comfort. Did he really want her to believe he was a bore as well?
Rising from his seat, Gabriel took his glass and strode to the door. ‘Come to my study on your way out, Andrew,’ he said, not waiting for a reply.
* * *
An hour later, his brother strolled into his study without even knocking. ‘Why do I feel as if you do not like me spending time alone with Olivia?’
‘Don’t be absurd. She considers you her brother.’ Gabriel sat back at his desk chair and watched Andrew walk to the table set with crystal bottles and pour two glasses of brandy. ‘How often do you dine here?’
‘You mean since Nicholas has been born?’
Gabriel nodded and Andrew sighed, sliding the stopper back in the bottle.
‘I don’t know. I’ve never counted. You should try it some time. She is vastly entertaining.’ He placed a glass of brandy in front of Gabriel and sank into the chair across from him.
Gabriel leaned forward and narrowed his gaze. ‘What do the two of you talk about? I was never under the impression you had anything in common. Dear God...has she developed a love of gambling?’
Andrew shook his head, laughing. ‘Our discussions are quite varied. Were you aware she recently began acquiring a repertoire of bawdy tales? They’re quite good.’
Gabriel’s brain almost exploded. ‘You’re joking.’
‘I’m quite serious. Probably from that painter she has been spending time with.’
‘What painter?’
‘The one she is sitting for.’
Gabriel wondered which painter Andrew was referring to. She knew so many and had been patron to a few over the years.
‘You do know she is sitting for a portrait, don’t you?’
Did Andrew have to look so smug? Gabriel rubbed his lower lip and looked away. The idea his brother knew more about his wife than he did was beginning to bother him. ‘Of course I do.’
‘I should hope so, considering the man has quite the reputation.’ Andrew sank back further into his chair.
‘Reputation for what?’
‘You really don’t know anything about her or her friends, do you?’
‘I do,’ he lied. ‘We live in the same house.’
Andrew nodded slowly. ‘Well, in any event, I’m glad you came home when you did. I wanted to tell you in person our gunman has finally begun to talk. We were able to use the information Hart gathered to convince our Mr Clarke that if he cared at all for his family, he would tell us what we needed to know. It appears thoughts of his sickly mother helped him find his voice. He says he was contacted by a note left for him at the post about assassinating Prinny and he was told that he would find information on Prinny’s whereabouts in a book he was to check in each day at Hatchard’s bookshop on Piccadilly. He has no idea who leaves the information, just that when he completed his job, he would receive a thousand pounds. Since he has no love for our monarchy, he didn’t see a problem with profiting from Prinny’s death.’
‘I assume we have men at Hatchard’s?’
‘We do.’
‘Let’s hope that whoever was providing this information is not aware Mr Clarke is no longer in circulation. That is the only way we will find out who wants Prinny dead.’ Gabriel sat back in his chair and took a long draw of brandy, grateful they were one step closer to ensuring Prinny’s safety.
There was a long, comfortable silence between the brothers before Andrew had to ruin it. ‘Five years is a long time to be apart from your wife.’
‘Your point?’
‘You still want Olivia.’
‘No, I don’t.’
‘So while you were in the dining room with us, not once did your mind turn to taking her?’
No, he was thinking about running his hands over her sweet round bottom. However now, thanks to Andrew, he was thinking about much more. ‘It did not cross my mind.’
‘Liar.’
Gabriel narrowed his gaze. ‘You are lucky we are family, or I might call you out at such an insult.’
‘Fine. Tell yourself you are not calling me out because I am your brother and not because I am a better shot than you.’
‘You are not. I bet I could shoot that taper by the window in half and you could not.’
Andrew sat up straighter in his chair, the excitement of besting his brother evident in his expression. ‘What if I shoot the taper in half?’
Gabriel removed a pistol from his desk drawer. ‘You won’t. But if you do and I don’t, I’ll buy you a new pair of Hessians.’
‘Hoby’s?’
‘Do you truly believe I would even consider purchasing anything else? And if I win, you tell me about your entire conversation with Olivia.’ What? What an idiotic thing to win!
‘That’s what you want?’ Andrew asked, as if he too couldn’t believe Gabriel’s stupidity.
‘Just go first.’ Exasperation was in his voice as Gabriel handed his brother the pistol.
‘That taper is much too close to make this interesting. I propose we try this in your ballroom.’
Once they were settled in the cavernous room, Andrew loaded the pistol and took aim at the gilded candelabra in front of an open set of French windows. The shot rang out, and the top half of one of the tapers fell to the floor, splattering wax on the wood. With a satisfied smile, he handed the gun over.
Gabriel reloaded it and took aim. Hoby’s would not be receiving an order for new boots from this house. He also cut a taper in two, but the top of his fell out onto the terrace. The sound of racing footsteps caused both men to turn towards the door.
Bennett skidded to a halt just inside the threshold. ‘Sir, is everything all right?’ he asked through laboured breath.
‘Yes, Bennett, my brother and I were just settling a bet.’
‘Very good, sir,’ Bennett said still breathing heavily. ‘I will inform madam of it, in the event she questions if you are still alive.’
Gabriel wondered if it would even matter to her.
Andrew strolled to the windows and peered out into the darkened garden. ‘We should have checked to see if anyone was out there.’
‘If anyone is skulking about in my garden at night, they deserve to be shot,’ replied Gabriel, shooing his butler away.
Perhaps if he plied Andrew with enough brandy, he could
