Rowan had just admitted his feelings for the matchmaker out loud, and the walls of the manor had not collapsed. In fact, he felt lighter than he had in weeks.
Rowan looked at his brother-in-law. Carcel was still sitting back in his chair, trying to process the shocking fact that the rigid Duke of Ford was planning a highly scandalous, entirely romantic marriage.
But he was not finished. His mind was moving quickly, making plans not just for his own future, but for Delaney's.
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the polished oak desk. He looked directly at Carcel, his eyes sharp and focused.
"In addition to the investigation on the Farringtons," Rowan spoke, his voice carrying the deep, commanding tone of a man giving a vital order. "Could you tell Vance to investigate about the Oakridge case?"
