“Key, Eleanor—this is Graeme, alias
Amantha Masterton and “—he gave Graeme a sly grin— “Endeavour Lambano. Graeme, you know Keith, and Eleanor is my
landlady and friend.”
“Honoured to meet the creator of Lord
Balincourt,” exclaimed Eleanor, and Keith gave Graeme a huge smile and said,
“Awesome!”
“Would you care for a glass of
champagne, Graeme?”
“I’d love some.”
“I put your wine on the sideboard,
Key,” said Jason. “Looks rather nice.”
“I purloined it from The Lord Grey. Tom won’t mind.”
“What do you write under your
Endeavour Lambano pseudonym, Graeme?” asked Eleanor.
Graeme cast a desperate look at Jason,
and said, “Um, I write …”
Jason cut across him. “Scintillating hot gay novels.”
“Romantic, too,” observed Keith.
“So you’re at heart a romantic,
Graeme?” asked Eleanor, placidly.
“Yes, I think so. I believe in love.”
“Me too,” said Eleanor. “And kindness. They’re the most important things.”
“Yes,” said Keith. “Exactly.”
They smiled at each other in perfect understanding.
