Wyatt shook his head.“I believe you.And I’ll consider your words.I will.But Priscilla has another problem and it’s more pressing than our feelings for one another.”
"What is it?”Ralph straightened, his chest expanding.
“Eugene.”As quickly as he could, he told Ralph about all he’d learned about Eugene’s false claim to the title.
Ralph’s brows rose higher with each new piece of information.“He faked being the heir?”Ralph grinned.“Didn’t know the man had such a spine.”
“I gave all the evidence to Priscilla.But I could go collect Eugene myself and put him in jail.”
Ralph’s grin slipped.“Do you think Priscilla will forget to be angry with you if you do?”
“No.I know I need to do everything you said.But first, I might resurrect the Bushy Hero for just one night.”
“What for?”
“I don’t want Priscilla anywhere near Eugene’s arrest.The Bushy Hero might have to deliver the man and the evidence to the New Police.”
Ralph frowned.“It’s been one thing to deliver cutpurses with men’s and women’s jewels on them.The police have been reasonably permissive about our own transgressions in breaking the law.But to deliver a file like this…”
Wyatt grimaced.Ralph was correct.“I could bring the file to the police as myself.That would ensure that Eugene was prosecuted.”
“But doesn’t allow you to haul him in while breaking a few bones first.”
Wyatt nodded.It was true.He’d like nothing more than to give Eugene a few more hard hits.“The old me would have utilized the non-violent method and the Bushy Hero would pummel him into pulp.”But somehow, Wyatt wasn’t either of those men anymore.He was the man who wanted Priscilla’s heart.The man who wished to open himself up to love and perhaps receive a woman’s love in return.
A great deal of his anger had melted away.
“And what does Priscilla’s husband wish to do?”Ralph asked.
Wyatt smiled.“How would you feel about donning the cape and mask, just this once?”
Ralph laughed, a booming sound that echoed through the space.“For the chance to pound Eugene?I’d wear pink skirts.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”Wyatt chuckled.
Ralph slapped him on the back.“And you’re to make amends with your wife.I want a little niece or nephew.”
“You and your talk of an heir,” Wyatt grumbled.
Ralph shook his head.“You know I’ve never cared about the viscountcy.But I do care about you.And a family is the right choice for you.”
So Ralph had been acting out of love all along.Wyatt loved his brother too.Should he be playing matchmaker as well?
It only seemed fair.“You’re a good brother, Ralph.I’ll return the favor.I promise.”
Ralph snorted.“If you mean with a cash reward, I accept.If you mean to settle me with some lady, save your effort.”
Wyatt grinned.He’d give Ralph his full and undivided attention when it came to matching his brother with the proper woman.But first, he’d have to make up with his wife.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
Priscilla satin front of her mother, tearfully recounting the entirety of what she’d learned.“And he kept her from me.All this time.”
Her mother grimaced as she reached for Priscilla’s hand.“He did.”
She didn’t talk about her feelings.Not yet.They were still so new and so raw.But her mother squeezed her fingers.“And what secrets have you been keeping?”
Priscilla sucked in her breath.“Secrets?”
