And this is?

Christophers gaze moved to the man sitting across from her. Henry, studying his reflection in a glass of water, hesitated under the scrutiny. Charlotte smiled and gestured, her tone easy. My younger brother, Henry.

Ah, so this must be Young Master Sheridan. Christopher extended his hand. Im Quinlan. A friend of your sisters.

Caught somewhere between bemusement and discomfort, Henry shook Christopher's hand. The formality, even if laced with ...