Chapter Fourteen
"Where is she?"
Collin knew it wasn't proper manners to make demands before greeting someone. But unlike his aunt, Fitz didn't chastise Collin when he didn't follow proper etiquette. Today, Collin was short on time. He needed to find his aunt.
"Where's who?" Fitz asked. "Eliza?"
Fitz sat on the front porch of Pemberley Ranch. He had been bent over a mountain of paperwork before looking up to give Collin his attention. There were trailers all over the property in preparation for Friday's auction and Saturday's race. Looking down at the books, Collin saw Fitz's perfect penmanship making ticks in columns.
"No, not Eliza," said Collin. "I'm looking for Aunt Catherine. She never answered my email."
"She only answers emails on Tuesdays and Fridays," said Fitz. "Something a
