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be treated lightly.
    Much to his relief Ashbury walked off in a different
direction. The young idiot wasn’t as stupid as he looked then. Daniel would
find him, and then he’d settle this foolishness once and for all.

Chapter Four
     
    Harry’s heart was pounding in his chest, with fear or
excitement he wasn’t sure. He had no idea what had prompted Daniel to seek him
out. He’d been sitting there drinking desultorily with that Gantry
fellow—another War Department agent, he thought, though he wore a captain’s
uniform. Harry had been watching Daniel for days and he hadn’t paid him any
attention. He’d begun to despair that Daniel had indeed meant what he’d said
the other night. But Harry was as stubborn as they came, or so his father
always told him. Once he had an idea in his head he was like a dog with a bone.
And Daniel was a juicy, delicious bone he was not willing to give up.
    He wondered if he’d done the right thing, going off in a
different direction. But he knew that Daniel didn’t wish to parade his business
in front of the entire camp. So when he’d indicated he wanted to see Harry,
with nothing more than an inclination of his head, for God’s sake, Harry had
turned the opposite way on instinct. It wasn’t until he’d started walking that
he panicked and wondered where he should go. His feet had led him here, to the
stables. It was late evening and most of the camp was abed or eating or
whoring. The stables were quiet and deserted.
    Harry petted the nose of his horse, Galway. He was a blue
roan Connemara Pony. Perhaps not the best warhorse, but Harry trusted him. He was
sensible and well trained, two very important characteristics over here. They
were both still alive, so Harry didn’t feel his trust was misplaced. So many of
his comrades were losing their less sturdy mounts to starvation. There simply
wasn’t enough to feed them properly around here.
    “Lieutenant,” Daniel said briskly behind him. “I wished to
speak with you about your behavior, which must desist. You are attracting
attention to both of us.”
    Harry took a moment longer to pet Galway and shush him,
before he turned to Daniel. He wore a nondescript brown jacket and riding
pants, a loosely tied cravat and polished boots. When the wretched rain that
had been falling on and off for weeks had most of them looking like drowned
rats, he didn’t have a hair out of place. His trousers even refused to wrinkle.
Harry wanted to muss him up, wanted to run his fingers through those tight
curls and kiss his hard lips until they were swollen and red. He wanted to
disrobe him as he’d done to Harry the other night, leave him with his trousers
down and shirt untucked—sore, used and satisfied again.
    Daniel was watching him and his eyes widened slightly at the
look on Harry’s face. “You actually thought I wanted to fuck you.” He sounded
incredulous. “I have summarily dismissed you all week, and yet with a nod of my
head you came running for another go.” He shook his head. “I don’t understand
you. Why?”
    “I’m stubborn. Come here.” Words were not what Harry wanted.
There was a rushing sound in his ears and he could hear nothing but the beat of
his own heart as his cock filled and he grew overheated in his uniform. He
began to unbutton his jacket.
    “What are you doing?” Daniel demanded. He sounded flustered.
His cheeks were flushed and Harry perused him slowly, stopping at the evident
bulge in his perfectly creased trousers. He smiled smugly as he looked back up
and met Daniel’s gaze.
    “I’m removing my jacket.” Sweat trickled down his temple
onto his cheek and he wiped it away. “The sight of you makes me warm.”
    Daniel was breathing heavily. “Well, you can stop disrobing.
I’m leaving.” He turned and Harry caught his arm.
    “I’ll play the game,” Harry said quietly. “I’ll beg and
seduce, if that’s what you require. But it’s a waste of time. Time I could
spend inside you.”
    Daniel