The Soldier's Scoundrel (The Turner Series, #1)

by Cat Sebastian

“It was my own bad driving that caused the cards to tumble, so it’s the least I can do,” he said, and proceeded to drop to one knee to get close to the cards. “Bullshit. I ought to have kept them tied up in string, like I usually do. I should have known better.” That might have been the first game of “No, It Was My Fault” that Jack had played in his life, to say nothing of the fact that they were now both kneeling in the mud, which was a waste of at least one pair of breeches. Rivington handed him the cards he had retrieved, which Jack jammed into his pocket before extending his hand to help the other man up. It seemed crucially important that Rivington not incur any additional suffering on Jack’s behalf or for any other reason. The urgency of that need must have been why Jack forgot to rise to his own feet before offering his hand. So when Rivington, an amused half-smile playing on his mouth, peeled off his muddy glove before grasping Jack’s own bare hand, the result was that instead of Jack being able to tug the other man to his feet, he found himself being pulled against Rivington’s chest.