Ronan grumbled at that. He would prefer to wrestle an angry raccoon in a mud pit, while naked, than talk to his brother. However, Adam was right. Declan would know the state of affairs with the estate and the state of their mother. Though, he also supposed, Adam probably would have heard if she woke up. That would have sent the whole house running.

So he merely nodded, walking over to the ladder to offer Adam some help. Stubborn as always, yet Ronan was just as stubborn. "Shit, you're going to fall if you don't let me help," he frowned, "and then I'd have no valet. Gimme at least one or two."

There were voices echoing across the yard and Ronan knew they must be the maids that Declan sent to check up on him. They'd clean if they were told to, yes, but then they'd go running back to his brother, breathless, crying about how the young master was staying out in the Barns with the animals.

Ronan made a face. "I'll have to go talk to my brother," he grimaced. "I'd like it if you came with me."