_Rowena’s POV_
Kasper knocked on my office door at nine in the mornin.
“There’s a hunting ground two hours north,” he said, without preamble. “Private land. The family has access. Spring season opens this week.”
I looked up from the account records. “Good morning to you too, Kasper.”
“Good morning. There’s a hunting ground…..”
“I heard you.”
“You’ve been in this office for three days straight,” he said. “Celeste’s lawyers have the account work.
You’re reviewing things they’ve already reviewed.”
“I’m cross-referencing…..”
“You’re not sleeping properly and you’re finding reasons not to stop.” He crossed his arms. “Your grandfather asked me to mention the hunting ground.”
I looked at him. “He asked you to come up here and bother me.”
“He asked me to mention
