He’d come to attend the engagement party and had been waiting for his brother and the marquis who had yet to make an appearance. Instead, he found himself confronted by his brother’s future bride, her cheeks pink, and her breathing labored. “Have you been … running?” He arched a brow. Annie pressed her hand to her middle. “Why, yes. Yes, I have.” “Dare I ask, why?” Charlie responded. “Because I had to get here before Jordan and Devon did, of course. Now listen, I don’t have much time.” Charlie shook his head. His soon-to-be sister-in-law was full of surprises. He’d give her that. Jordan was in for a life full of mischief with this one, but Charlie liked her immensely and more importantly, his brother adored her. She’d made Jordan happy after years of his not believing in love. Annie glanced over her shoulder. “I sent Jordan on an errand to fetch me my shawl, but he’ll be here any moment so I must speak quickly.” “By all means,” Charlie replied. “I cannot wait to hear this.”
