A Gentleman By Any Other Name
“Black. Black from throat to ankle, including a pair of black boots he’d left at Becket Hall when he’d gone to London, boots that went to the knee in the back, up and over the knee in front. Boots last worn on the deck of the Black Ghost.He tied a length of black silk around his waist, another around his throat, then slid his favorite knife between the sash and his waistband.A black knit toque would completely cover the hair he pushed up inside it as he opened the door and stepped into the hallway.“My, my, my. You are having a busy night, aren’t you, Chance?”Morgan. Chance turned to look at his sister, who stood with her back to the wall, her hands tucked behind her and rhythmically pushing against that wall, so that she seemed to gracefully move while standing in place. “What in bloody blazes are you doing here? And what in God’s name are you wearing?”The girl stepped away from the wall and spread her arms wide before turning in a full circle. She, too, was in black from head to toe.
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