"Dinner party?" Logan barely kept his voice even.
"Yes, a dinner party. You have been a naughty boy, Logan. All of England is converging on London, and you have closeted yourself away in the country. As your aunt, I will not allow you to fester in solitude."
Mildred Dunham was the only sister of his late father. When his mother died, he had no women in his life to offer him love, gentle support, or a helpful shove in the right direction. His beloved aunt volunteered to take him under her very capable wing, closed her townhouse in London, and moved into the Manor. When he inherited the title, she packed up and left for her own estate in Buckinghamshire where she spent most of the year breathing down his neck for great nieces and nephews.
"Aunt, now is not a good time for a dinner party.
