Chapter 28

His brother hated sport, and would not have stood for a second to find himself sweating and bruised in a boxing ring, let alone in some pleasant inn laughing and drinking with cheerful companions who, half an hour before, had tried with all their might to make you bite the dust. 

Nor would he ever have ventured out on an obstacle course, clinging to a horse. 

While Ian was enjoying these exercises, he was indulging in the softness of the game rooms and the balls. 

Finding a healthy energy in this comparison, Ian got up, put on a robe and rang for coffee. 

He had never wanted to compete with his brother. He was certainly not going to start after his brother's death, and not in the field of sexual exploits, either.

 Besides, he knew he was not fighting against rational obstacles, such as a rival's good looks, intelligence or charm, but against a broken heart and betrayal. 

He had seen traces of tears on Eden’s face. Ian didn't