“If anything happened to him, would you be the heir?”
“No.” Carlisle released a long, slow breath. “He has two sons. The younger son is a scientist who has no interest in the estate. The elder son is much like his father.”
“Okay, that’s just wrong,” Nia said, disgusted. “You won’t inherit, but your grandfather’s treating you like you will?”
“Essentially, but don’t you see? He has no one else.”
“How old is your grandfather?”
“Eighty-four and quite robust for a man his age.”
“Could he retire?”
“Earls don’t retire.”
“Seriously? Even if they get too old and can’t do the job?” Nia asked.
“The title only passes upon his death, and he’s always been a stickler for fulfilling his responsibilities.” Carlisle rubbed the tight muscles in the back of his neck.
“All right, but they should be able to set up things so other people do most of the work.” Nia shot Carlisle a flat look. “Not you. His heir.” When Carlisle shook his head, she practically growled in frustration.
“Well, I certainly know whereyoulearned it then, but I think it’s time his heir stepped up and took on some responsibility.” Nia jumped from her chair and started pacing. “Is your uncle a total slacker loser?”
“Slacker loser?”
“It’s just what it sounds like.” She paused in front of him. “Or has he just not been willing to take on the responsibilities if he couldn’t get the credit?”
Carlisle straightened. “I’d never considered that.”
“It sounds like you need to have a chat with a couple of your relatives.” Nia crossed her arms. “Now, tell me the truth. If your uncle started carrying his weight, would it free you to spend more time here?”
“It would, but they don’t get along well at all. While Grandfather is often critical, he’s an old man. I’d prefer not to leave him to Reggie’s not-so-tender mercies.”
“Do you think your grandfather would like to come here for a visit? How long has it been since he’s seen Grace?”
“Four months.” Carlisle shook his head. “But he frightens her.”
“Did he frighten you?”
“Yes.”
“Does he still?”
“No, but I had to learn to stand up to him.”
“Then teach Grace how.”
“He won’t tolerate disrespect.”
“But he’ll give it?”
“Huh. There’s a great deal of truth in that.” Carlisle rubbed his chin. “My grandfather can be a tyrant. He’s brutal but fair—if he has all the facts. His greatest flaw is jumping to conclusions.”
“As your friend, I think you deserve to find happiness again. Merry Hurst and her son are good for you and Grace. This isn’t a situation of either/or—either she leaves with you or you abandon your grandfather and move here and never return to England. You’re a smart man. Figure out a way for the both of you to be there for your loved ones—and each other.” Nia picked up her tablet. “As your employee, I’m informing you that my family wants to stay in Huckleberry Falls. We like it here.”
“Are you telling me that, when I leave, you’ll resign?” Carlisle asked, alarmed. Nia was the best assistant he’d ever had.
“Don’t make me choose, okay? I want my family happy, first and foremost.” She touched the tablet’s screen. “Oh, and a couple of things for the ball. Don’t forget to pick up your tux. And Gretchen called with a reminder that you and Mrs. Hurst will be at her table.”
