“Is Uncle Tony still among the living?” Amy asked, probably because neither James nor his brother had returned back downstairs last night.

“Give me a few more days to figure that out, puss, ’cause I bloody well ain’t sure just now,” Anthony said as he came slowly into the room, an arm tucked to his side as if he were protecting some broken ribs.

A melodramatic groan escaped as he took the seat across from his brother. James rolled his eyes hearing it.

“Give over, you ass,” he sneered. “Your wife ain’t here to witness your theatrics.”

“She’s not?” Anthony glanced down the table, then made a moue and sat back in his chair—minus any groaning this time. However, he did complain to James, “You did break my ribs, you know.”

“Devil I did, though I’ll admit I considered it. And by the by, the option is still open.”

Anthony glared at him. “We’re too bloody old to be beating on each other.”

“Speak for yourself, old man. One is never too old for a spot of exercise.”

“Ah, so that’s what we were doing?” Anthony shot back dryly, as he gently fingered his own black eye. “Exercising, was it?”

James raised a brow. “And that’s not what you do weekly at Knighton’s Hall? But I understand your confusion in the matter, since you’re used to doling out the damage, rather than receiving any. Tends to give one a skewed perspective. Glad to have cleared that up for you.”

It was at that point that Jason walked in, took one look at his two younger brothers’ battered faces, and remarked, “Good God, and at this time of the year, no less? I’ll see you both in my study.”

That Jason said it in that not-to-be-disobeyed tone that he was renowned for, and promptly exited the room again, left little doubt, in James and Anthony’s mind at least, that they were to follow immediately. James rose without expression and came around the table.

Anthony, however, huffed in annoyance, “Called on the carpet at our age? I bloody well don’t believe it. And I won’t forget who instigated—”

“Oh, put a lid on it, puppy,” James said as he dragged Anthony out of the room with him. “It’s been so long since we’ve had the pleasure of seeing Jason rant and rave, I’m looking forward to this myself.”

“You would,” Anthony replied in disgust. “You always did enjoy provoking his rages.”

James grinned unrepentantly. “I did, didn’t I? Well, what can I say? The elder is just so amusing when he flies through the roof.”

“Well, then, let’s make sure all his flying is directed at you first, shall we?” Anthony retorted, and opening the door to Jason’s study, began to immediately place blame where it was due. “Jason, old man, I tried to calm this great hulking bull down last night, indeed I did, but he was having none of it. Blames me—”

“Great hulking bull?” James interrupted, one golden brow raised sharply.