An Unnatural Vice (Sins of the Cities, #2)

by K.J. Charles

but in fact the girl was shaping up into a good housekeeper if Sukey did the accounts, and she was a reasonable cook. She also had a look of simple, decent honesty that he was sure he’d have a use for eventually.

He could talk to Roy. The thought sauntered up on him, hands in pockets and whistling innocently.

Nathaniel sighed. “Mark, Lazarus has a story you should hear.” “Yeah, I bet he does. Can I have a word with you, Nat? Only, without leaving a bloody magster in my rooms. You want to step outside, mate?” Lazarus folded his arms. “Not really, no.” “That wasn’t a question.” Lazarus wore a faint, nasty smile. “You know, Roy suggested you might give me a hand. But if you can’t spare one—”

I REALLY don't like Lazarus...

“It’s been a long winter, and it’s not over yet. Would you care for a walk later?” “A walk?” “It’s a thing with legs one does in the country,” Nathaniel explained,

“It wasn’t kind,” Nathaniel said softly. “I know.” Justin put his hands in his pockets. “I shan’t say I’m sorry.

Great Scott, and ass!

“I’m not being kind,” Nathaniel said. “You were right. You’re a lying fraud, your work is filthy and dishonest, and I don’t want to acknowledge that because I’d rather it were not true. I don’t think I am, as you put it, fucking a bad man. But I’m fucking a man who does bad things, and…the distinction is academic.”

“I took that picture off their mother for the sake of a guinea,” Justin said. “That was all she had, and I took it from her.” Nathaniel’s grip tightened. “I know.” “I’m not talking about making amends.” Justin focused fiercely on his beer. “I’m not apologising.