“Be careful,” Gamble warned.
It made Poe laugh.
“I have a Mum, Gamble. Her name is Penelope, and she’s a tad bit overbearing—thus why I live on an entirely different continent,” he stated.
Gamble needed to know.
“What are your parents like?” he asked, curiously.
A part of Gamble wondered if he’d ever meet them, and if he did, would they be disgusted that their son was with him?
That was if he could get Poe to consider even starting anything with him. That was becoming less and less likely with each passing second. His brain was telling him not to do it, as Gamble was doing war with himself, trying to figure out how much danger Poe was in because of him.
This was no life for a refined doctor.
This was his existence, and for the very first time, he hated it. What he wanted was to have a chance to recover from his past, and it was lofty to believe he had an opportunity to be with Poe.
The man’s parents were a Duke and Dutchess, and his parents were child-abusing drug addicts. They were from different worlds.
Clearly.
From where he stood, Poe shared with him.
“My father is a genuinely sweet man. He’s kind, compassionate, and doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. He’s thoughtful, and he’s protective.”
To Gamble, that sounded a lot like Poe.
“Liam is well-liked, admired, and good at what he does. He’s an accomplished horseman, and an excellent Duke.”
Now, he was even more curious.
“What does a Duke do?”
Poe laughed.
“You got me. He was descended from a monarch at some point in Britan’s history. So, he was given the title from whenhis father passed. Mostly, he owns land, gets money, and rides horses.”
Gamble was curious.
“So you’ll be a Duke one day?”
Poe actually paused as if he didn’t even consider that.
“I mean, it goes to the eldest son, and that was Hemmingway. Since he’s dead, that would be a possibility. If my father were to pass, my mother is a Dutchess. She would continue his duties. If she were to pass, then, I’m the last living heir. I’d become the Duke of Gordon, I suppose.”
That posed an interesting question.
“And does that bother you?”
He laughed.
“Yes. I’m just a doctor. I take care of people who need me. I’m not a Duke. I’m a Duke’s gay son. As you can imagine, that coming out party would be fun.”
Gamble heard the tone.
“So they don’t know?”
He shrugged.
