Chapter 12
“Another match made in the household,” Sinclair announced, striding into the library after lunch. He dropped onto the sofa with a sigh and propped his feet up.
Quincy set down the morning’s mail. “Who is it this time?”
“Tanner and Irene. Apparently he recently discovered he is heir to a freehold farm, and the current owner, a distant cousin, is in poor health. Tanner felt the need for a wife before he went to learn the running of the farm. Irene, it turns out, came to us already pregnant and was concerned about her child not having a father. They left this morning, without giving notice.”
“How rude.”
Sinclair grunted. “Do I look like a bloody matchmaker to you, Quincy?” He crossed one ankle over his knee. “No, I did not think so. But try explaining that to Mama. According t
