Delaney hadn’t noticed much about the place during her other visit, but she noticed now. The main house was three floors, and it was sprawling. Twenty-two rooms, Ryan had told her, surrounded by six hundred acres. And it all belonged to him. “This is a working ranch,” Ryan said as he escorted Patrick and her inside the house. “If you’re interested in riding, that can be arranged. There’s also a pool and a gym.” Delaney mumbled thanks, something she’d been doing a lot during the drive to the estate and their walk inside. Patrick seemed as awestruck with the place as Delaney did. Her son’s curious gaze slid from one part of the house to the other. “Come this way,” Ryan instructed, leading them up the stairs. “While we were at the police station giving our statements about the fire, I called Lena Sanchez, my household manager. I asked her to set up a nursery.” They went past the door to his office, a room Delaney definitely remembered. It was where all of this had started.
