She expected Lord Mason to leave, but he didn’t. He turned in time to see the carriage and headed for the front entrance. Her grip tightened on the reticule resting in her lap. “What’s wrong?” Jason asked, peering out the window to see what caught her attention. “It’s Lord Mason,” she grumbled. Leave it to him to ruin her good mood. “He is my brother. I suppose he’s coming by because we’re family?” “Maybe.” She wasn’t sure. Something about his frequent visits made her uneasy. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to have a word with him.” “You think he’s intruding?” Wondering how much she could tell him without arousing his suspicions, she decided to say, “Before you became ill, he made it a habit of stopping by two or three times a year. Then suddenly, he started coming by once a week.” “That often?”
