Gregory didn’t laugh with him. He found rotten boroughs a despicable practice and supported reform to eliminate them. Voicing that opinion, however, would likely not gain him an appointment in the Tory government.

“What does your brother think of your change in pursuit?” Hargrove asked.

“We haven’t discussed it at length.”

“Lady Hargrove and I were fortunate to dine with Witney and his lovely new marchioness the other night. He didn’t mention any of this.”

Gregory stiffened, wondering what Clifford might have said. Or had he said nothing? “Did you tell him we would be meeting today?”

Hargrove nodded vigorously. “I did. Witney was surprised to learn you were interested in this type of work.” His gaze met Gregory’s. “I was surprised he didn’t know.”

“He’s recently wed and new to the marquessate,” Gregory responded, trying to keep his voice even. Would Clifford speak against him? Just because he’d enjoyed being contrary in their youth didn’t mean he would sabotage Gregory now. Honestly, Gregory didn’t know. After failing to understand what motivated Clifford, Gregory had instead worked to distance himself from his capricious brother. “I haven’t bothered to trouble him with my plans.” Gregory offered the viscount a bland smile.

“Very sensible of you,” Hargrove said, giving Gregory some relief. “I do think there is a place for you here. Give me a week or a fortnight to secure things.”

The anxiety that Clifford had somehow ruined this for Gregory dissipated. “Thank you. I appreciate your time and consideration.”

Hargrove rose. “I’ll send word soon.” He flashed a brief, toothless smile, then departed.

Gregory exhaled as he wiped a hand over his brow. Did that mean he would soon be installed in the Office of the Lord High Chancellor? It certainly seemed so. Now, he allowed himself to smile.

Everything seemed to be going well at the moment. He had Evie, this appointment, not to mention a splendid pup awaiting him at home. The only thing better would be if Ash were waiting for him at Evie’s and that it was Gregory’s home too.

It was a distant dream, but he felt renewed hope after Evie had rekindled their affair. Perhaps she’d fall in love with him as he’d done with her. He certainly hadn’t fallen out of love in the past month.

Feeling giddy once more, Gregory left the chamber and a moment later, encountered the equivalent of a sudden rainstorm.

“Afternoon, Greg,” Clifford said with a grin. “Finished with Hargrove?”

Gregory steeled himself. “I am.”

“Splendid. I hope it went well.” Clifford’s brow furrowed, but to Gregory, the expression looked forced. “I confess I was rather shocked to hear about this interest of yours when I dined with Hargrove earlier this week.”

“As I told Hargrove, I didn’t wish to burden you.”

“But I can help.”