Why had Sebastian summoned him on this particular afternoon? Such were the questions gnawing at Tristan’s conscience as a knot of apprehension tightened within his abdomen. Did Sebastian suspect what transpired between him and Victoria? “Please sit, Tristan. Join me for a brandy.” Sebastian interrupted Tristan’s silent torture, placing a glass of amber liquid on the desk before him with a loud thud. It wasn’t the gesture that unnerved Tristan as much as his brother-in-law’s intense gaze. With every second that Sebastian’s eyes bore into his soul, Tristan’s suspicion of the man’s motives mounted, heightening to a fever pitch. As instructed, he sat in the soft leather chair in front of Sebastian’s desk and took a hearty swig of amber liquid in an attempt to calm his nerves, savoring the warmth that the liquor infused. “Do you remember the last time you and I had a chat in this room?” Sebastian asked, taking a sip from his own glass before placing it on his desk with care.
