Chapter Fourteen
Ian followed his brother-in-law, the formidable Duke of Caversham, as he led him and Lucky into the study at Haldenwood. His Grace sat behind the broad, intricately carved, highly polished desk, and Lord Camden sat on the edge of it facing them.
“What took you so long?” Ren asked. “You arrived yesterday.”
“Business,” Lucky said. “We got here as quick as we could.”
The atmosphere of the room weighed on Ian, and he knew intuitively something was not right. “Where’s my wife?”
“Ian,” Ren said, “we must talk before you see her.”
“Is she well? Did she have the baby? Is it well?” Having been cooped up inside the coach for over five hours, he now paced the bare expanse of carpet before the chairs facing His Grace and Lord Camden. The odd reception in the home fed the nervous
