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After he finished bathing and dressing, Jason rang for his servant. He'd been surprised by how quickly Threadgill had adapted to civilian life. It had taken him no time at all to learn the art of tying a cravat. Unfortunately, the ritual had become torture for Jason.
When his valet entered, Jason turned to him. "Ah, Threadgill, there you are. I am ready for my cravat."
Threadgill went to the chest of drawers and removed a length of linen.
Jason stood still as Threadgill wrapped the cloth around his neck and stood close to tie it. At this distance, Jason could study his new servant's handsome face. His beard was heavier than Jason's, adding a dark shadow to his jaw line. The man had beautiful eyes of bright blue framed by long, dark lashes. His skin was fair and tinged with pink. True English skin that flushed easily. His mouth, with that temptingly full lower lip, hovered just inches away from Jason's own. The longing to reach out and taste had Jason clenching his fists.
He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the temptation, but that only made him more aware of Threadgill's hands brushing his neck and chest as he tied the intricate pattern. He was almost painfully aware of the man's soft breathing, his clean scent.