26
RUPERT
I strode to the window, yanking the curtains back to reveal the pond outside. My office faced the art studio, and I had to see if she’d returned.
No such luck.
Instead, Gigi was painting a camel on canvas, or a horse—whatever kind of animal it was, there were humps and hooves where they definitely didn’t belong.
And time was coming soon when Noah would no longer put up with the steel weight of my angst.
Sure, let’s call it that.
Angst sounded less pathetic than heartache, wretchedness, or despair.
I had no one else to blame for my actions.
“How many nannies is that now?” My voice was cold and exact.
“Five, Sir.” He twisted his stocking cap in his hands, “Priscilla asked me to mention it because if you’re open to it, Ivy will come back. Your own club manager says she can
