The breakfast arrived and was served in style by servers in full uniform. It was, Bianca realised, her mouth falling open in shock, a full English breakfast, as O’Grady had insisted upon them having.

He had been rubbing his hands together and grinning down wickedly at her and his brother after he had placed the order.

All three of them sported freshly washed bodies; their hair was damp, for all of them had been in the enormous bathtub, which could comfortably accommodate six people.

“Why is it so huge?” Bianca had wondered aloud as she lay her head back against St. Just’s chest while O’Grady knelt on the tub floor,...