Lechance

Jon couldn't stop running his thumb over the red band around Ben's wrist and smiling. His hand was still holding onto his husband's and didn't that feel grand to think. He was beyond happy and couldn't even think of the words for it. Kissing Ben's cheek lightly, Jon whispered, "Is it time to go home yet?"

It wasn't actually so much a calling card as a sheet of white paper culled from the supply in the parlour of the Ascendants' hotel. Patrick hadn't had any money left for such frivolous things as calling cards. And if he was honest, he hadn't expected to be courting anywhere near this soon.

The writing on the letter was a neat script, unfussy and easy to read.

Dear Mr Rickard,

I would be honoured if you would accept my visit this coming Saturday afternoon. Would three o'clock be a good time for you?

Yours sincerely,

Patrick O'Sullivan