“It’s your neck the same as its mine.”
Phin nodded to him one more time, then left the office, shutting the door behind him.
“That man is a saint to keep your business secret the way he does,” Lionel said as they proceeded down the hall.
“That’s why I hire him to print and distribute Nocturne,” Phin said. “He’s as efficient as he is discreet. Here.” He handed the envelope of money to Lionel.
“What’s this for?” Lionel asked, thumbing quickly through the bills, his brow shooting up, before tucking it into his inside jacket pocket as they stepped out into the crisp, October sunshine.
“It’s yours,” Phin said. “Well, yours and the girls’.”
“Aren’t you in need of funds to maintain yourself in the style to which you have become accustomed?” Lionel teased.
“I’m still getting by on the profits from August’s issue,” Phin said. And he was only just doing that—getting by. It was lucky for him that he’d never been a spendthrift and that he was meticulous about maintaining his clothes and other personal effects in pristine condition, no matter how old they were. The majority of the money he kept for himself went to paying his maid and cook. “That law office can’t be paying you what you’re worth, so you keep the rest.”
“To stop me from falling back on my old means of income?” Lionel asked, arching one brow pointedly as they crossed the street and headed on toward Hyde Park Corner.
“Sex should be for recreation, not employment,” Phin said. It was as close as he was ever going to come to criticizing the way Lionel had “lived off of the generosity of his friends” for years.
“Says the man who writes shameless erotica to pay his bills,” Lionel laughed.
“I have to put all of that wicked experience I gained in my misspent youth to use somehow,” Phin laughed in return.
“I would have thought you’d put it to use wooing Miss Lenore Garrett away from her fiancé,” Lionel joked. “Seeing as Freddy isn’t going to entertain her with those sorts of skills.”
“It remains to be seen whether I will, in fact, get a chance to entertain her myself,” Phin said.
No sooner had he finished his thought as they crossed Park Lane and made their way to one of Hyde Park’s entrances, when Phin spotted Lenore lingering near a bed of flowers that was in no way interesting enough for the scrutiny she was giving them. As soon as she spotted Phin, her gorgeous face split into a wide smile and she abandoned the flowers to meet him and Lionel on the path.
“Mr. Mercer, what a delightful surprise to find you here today,” she said, as though she hadn’t told him exactly where she’d be that morning. “And might I assume from the striking resemblance that this man is your brother?”
“He is indeed,” Phin said, shifting to stand closer to Lenore on the pretense of making introductions. “Miss Garrett, this is Lionel Mercer, my younger brother. Lionel, this is the inimitable Miss Lenore Garrett.”
“How do you do, Miss Garrett?” Lionel said with regal gallantry, slipping Lenore’s hand into his and raising it to kiss her knuckles.
Lenore made the most delicious sound of amusement—a giggle that somehow managed to make her sound sultry instead of simpering and girlish. “Well, I can see that there is a definite strain of charm that runs in the Mercer family,” she said, glancing at Phin.
“I am but a pale shadow of my brother’s grace and good manners,” Lionel said. Phin wanted to elbow him in the ribs for laying it on so thick. “But if you will excuse me,” Lionel went on, “I see an old friend whom I haven’t spoken with in ages. I’ll leave the two of you to stroll the Serpentine alone,” he finished with a particularly teasing look, then marched off as though he hadn’t a care in the world.
“I like him,” Lenore said, turning in unison with Phin to watch Lionel walk away. “He’s cheeky, as you Brits say.”
“My dear, you have no idea,” Phin agreed with a broad smile. He turned to Lenore, drinking in the sight of her dark-haired, pale-skinned beauty. She wore a hat with ridiculously ostentatious plumes that covered her just enough to preserve her complexion but didn’t carry a parasol, like too many of the ladies in London had taken to doing. Her walking dress was white with accents of green that matched her eyes and a silhouette that highlighted her excellent figure. The result was that she seemed