in the heir to the titleâs bedroom. He gathered up his clothes and went through the connecting door to his own suite of rooms. The birds had already started singing, and the first cracks of light were appearing over the rooftops of London. Peter breathed out deeply. Neither he nor Val were perfect, but in their own ways they were both determined to start afresh. His fingers brushed the half coin around his neck and he closed his fist over it. He was convinced the road ahead might be stormy, but it felt right to be traveling it with Val, side by side, hand in hand, two halves of the same coin. Â One month later ... Â Peter grinned at Val as they stood back to admire the brand-new paint on the windows and doors, the scrubbed-down brickwork, and the patched roof of the shipping company. The marquess hadnât come to see the grand opening, but the countess and Anthony had, as well as Captain Ford, Madame Helene, and Mr. John Harrison. âThereâs one more thing, Val.â His partner, who was dressed in dark blue and gray with shining top boots, raised an elegant eyebrow. Peter gestured at the men who slowly raised the new sign over the door and hammered it into place. Howard and Sokorvsky Shipping Company. Val turned to Peter. âWhy is your name first?â âBecause I ordered the sign.â Val sighed and stuck out his hand. âIt will do for now.â Peter shook it and gestured at their assembled guests and office staff. âLetâs go inside and celebrate.â