times a life could change.
He went from being an overprivileged duke to a man without station or wealth.
Now he was a successful entrepreneur. In love. Married. Eager to start every day.
Thurman was deep in conversation with a table of gentlemen by the fire. He opened a box, bowing forward to offer each of them a fine cigar.
Thurman had been another surprise in all of this.
While Perry’s mother had been shocked and decidedly not thrilled at his decision to buy the tavern from Mr. Compton and take it over, Thurman had merely listened, saying nothing. Until later.
A smile twitched Perry’s lips as he recalled his mother’s reaction. In truth, Perry could not guess which had shocked her more—her son becoming the proprietor of a tavern or his marrying Imogen Bates.
Thurman was not so scandalized.
A full day passed following Perry’s announcement that he was acquiring investors to help him take over The Hare and The Basket and he was giving up his quest for a wealthy heiress before Thurman cornered him.
After pressing Perry for more information on his plans for the tavern, his mother’s butler had requested the opportunity to go into business with Perry. It seemed he had a bit of a nest egg set aside, and he had always dreamed of having something for himself. He did not want to spend all of his life in service. He wanted to be his own man apparently. Just as Perry did.
Thurman had simply lacked an inspiring idea, but it did not take long for Perry’s budding inspiration to become his own, and Thurman brought his own value to their enterprise. His financial contribution was not the only benefit. His years in service gave him a unique perspective that Perry lacked. They made the perfect team.
Together, they dove into the renovation of the tavern. After a brief closure, The Hare and The Basket reopened under their ownership, grander than ever.
Perry ducked into the back office and slipped on his coat.
Thurman entered the room after him, cigar box tucked under his arm. “Off for the night?”
He nodded. “Dinner awaits.” At the mention of that, he asked, “You’re still dining with us on Thursday?”
“I would not miss it.”
Nodding, Perry bade him good-night and slipped out the back door of the building.
He rounded the side alley and came out the front, spotting his former valet, Carter, as he was about to enter the building.
“Mr. Butler,” the young man greeted, stepping forward to warmly shake his hand. “Good to see you.”
“Carter,” he returned. “Evening off?”
“Indeed, His Grace retired early for the night.”
“Ah, good for you. I hope the new duke is treating you well.”
“Oh, yes, of course.” Carter nodded agreeably, but Perry knew if the new duke was not treating him well, Carter would not be the one to say it. He took his position as valet very seriously and never carried tales. Just one reason he was excellent at his job.
Carter’s gaze flicked to the front of the building. “I cannot tell you how nice it is to have such a fine establishment to come to when I’ve the free time. You’ve done wonders here.”
“Well, thank you. That was the goal. We wanted the tavern to serve as a comfortable refuge. I’m glad you’re enjoying the place.”
“Indeed.” Carter continued to nod agreeably. “I am so very glad you’ve found your footing and met with success.”
Perry grimaced slightly, well aware that when they had last parted his valet likely thought he would end up dead in a ditch. He had not been in a good place at the time.
“Well, I am late for dinner. It was good to see you, Carter.”
“Ah, yes, of course. Please send my regards to your kind wife.”
“Indeed, I will.”
Carter’s gaze turned very thoughtful. “I was so very glad to hear of your marriage to the vicar’s daughter. Whoever would have thought that when . . .” His former valet’s voice faded. Clearly he did not know how to speak of Perry’s less than blissful past.
“When I lost everything?” Perry finished for him.
It was the simplest way to characterize the events that had transpired nearly two years ago. That time had been abysmal.
Carter ducked his head and nodded rather sheepishly.
Perry clapped him on the shoulder. “In truth, it was the best thing that ever happened to me.” He gestured around him, letting the vague motion encompass all the riches he had in life, both the physical and intangible.
Carter beamed. “I’m so very happy for you . . .” His voice faded yet again