‘Go on …’
Rupert breathed out heavily. ‘I will start at the beginning.’
‘That is invariably the best place to begin.’
He shot Pandora a chilling glance for her shot at humour. ‘I’m not a man accustomed to discussing my mistakes.’
‘And I’m sure they are so few in number that you won’t mind making an exception in this case.’
‘Pandora!’
‘I’m sorry, Rupert.’ She smiled ruefully. ‘It’s only that you looked so—so disgruntled, at admitting to having ever made even a single mistake!’
Rupert was more than disgruntled, he now had every reason to rue the day he had ever set eyes upon the beautiful but scheming Patricia Hampson, let alone shared her bed.
‘Perhaps you will understand that disgruntlement when I have better explained the situation to you.’ He grimaced. ‘I took up a commission in the army … oh, seven years ago now. It was a hard life, but it was there that I formed my close friendships with Lucifer and Dante. We went into battle together, we drank and laughed at our victories, and all never knowing if the next battle would be our last …’ His thoughts drifted off to those somehow halcyon days.
He had not been well acquainted with Lucifer and Dante until they had joined his Regiment at the same time, but fighting together, drinking together, wenching together, had formed a close bond between the three of them, until they were now closer than brothers.
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