““Very well,” Nathaniel conceded, forcing himself back to the moment. He sat back against the headboard, arms folded. “I shall follow orders, but please do find me a more suitable companion. I’d much rather have a fair face to look upon for the coming hours, not your unpleasant one.” Thomas’s smile burst wide and a chuckle bobbed through the room. “And you resemble Adonis? I doubt you could find a single woman in all of Sandwich willing to sit beside you with your manner so sour and your face a pallet of blues and purples.””
