"And just how do you plan on that?" Declan asked, lips thinning. It wasn't out of displeasure with Adam—it was Ronan he was thinking about. His brother was hardheaded and stubborn. He liked his vices with a hangover the next morning. Reckless, it often seemed like Ronan went through life as though he didn't care if he lived or died.

Thoughts elsewhere, he grabbed and inked down the names of the staff that was currently holding up at the country estate so that Adam could take care of that business. It was beneficial to him if Ronan took over the estate, and there was nothing strange about someone doing the work in his stead, when it came to arrangements such as these. He still suspected nothing.

"Without a wife, who is going to keep him on track? It's not just about staring a family. It's a support system. It's having someone to reign him in. He really won't even consider it?" Declan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose again. It was just for face, so he didn't see the big deal—not that someone like Declan would.