It turned out to be a very grand mansion in one of the best new squares in Mayfair. After speaking to the butler and sending in his name, he was surprised to be immediately invited in and taken through to what appeared to be the duke’s study. “Major Stortford?” Marcus nodded at the unknown man behind the desk. “Yes.” “I’m Michael Waterstone, the duke’s personal secretary. His Grace will see you as soon as his current visitor leaves. Would you like to take a seat while you wait?” “Thank you.” He frowned at the man. “Waterstone. Do you have brothers?” “I do, sir. Two.” “I thought I recognized the name.” “I believe you served alongside my oldest brother in Portugal.” “It’s highly possible.” Marcus shrugged. “I have almost no memory of that time. Were you an army man yourself, Mr. Waterstone?” “I was until I was wounded.” The inner door of the office opened, and a man came out looking as if he wanted to cry. Marcus assumed it wasn’t the duke.
