“I’m looking for new blood to energize my company. “I am.” Winslow’s eyes gleamed, appreciating Robert’s bluntness. “I’ve also heard that you’re looking for a partner to help you do it.” Winslow knew that, too, or he wouldn’t have invited him here in the first place. “I have good contacts.” The best, in fact. “Ha!” Winslow flicked his ash onto the floor. He drawled as nonchalantly as possible, “I’ve heard that you’re expanding your shipping routes.” To prospects with the largest merchant company in the British Empire. Two years of taking calculated risks to build his wealth and connections, purchasing unproven shares of ships from India and the Far East just so he would have a presence among the men who drove the auctions, buying and selling warehouses full of goods so he could make a name for himself among the traders…all of it coming to this moment. He eased back in the chair and kicked his Hessians onto the fireplace fender, for all appearances the model of a confident businessman when he was actually anxious as hell. Rather, he needed Winslow Shipping and Trade. But he would gladly flatter the man’s choice of club because he needed Henry Winslow. In truth, he preferred Boodle’s, where the gambling required more skill, the stakes were higher, and the women allowed in through the rear entrance were more interesting. Robert popped the cigar between his teeth before Winslow could see his self-satisfied smile. “Hear! Hear!” Winslow lifted his glass and gasped softly as he took a swallow. “Businessmen and merchants, traders, importers-the men who make England run.” “I prefer here, with the real leaders of England,” Robert corrected casually. Before them, a crackling fire warmed away the chill of the winter afternoon outside the large windows, whose gray sky once more threatened to snow. Robert Carlisle’s gaze drifted from the smoke curling from the tip of his cigar to the man sitting in the leather chair across from him in the smoking room at Brooks’s. I suppose you prefer White’s,” Henry Winslow drawled. Michele Bidelspach, Jordan Rubinstein, and Angelina Krahn To send me away to school or to a convent As the Devil Dares (Capturing the Carlisles #3)įor urging me to write about the Carlisles
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