But his chest hurt when he glanced at Diana. Her heart would be broken when Ned left them.His gaze shifted from his wife, seated on his left side, to Dillon Macartan, seated opposite him. Tyson considered himself a fair judge of character, and his gut told him Ned’s uncle was exactly who and what he said he was. A hard worker and a man who kept his promises, even when it took longer than expected.When they arrived at the house, the party descended from the carriage and made their way to the front door. Upchurch was there to meet them, as usual.“Where might we find Ned?” Tyson inquired.“I believe the boy is down at the stables, sir. The new horse arrived a short while ago, and he heard about it.”Diana said, “New horse?”He shrugged. “I thought Ned should have a horse of his own.”Oh, she mouthed without a sound.Tyson wanted to gather her close and kiss away the sadness in her eyes. Instead he looked at Dillon. “We’ll go down to the stables to meet Ned, and then I’ll introduce you to the head gardener.”“Mr.
