“No wonder her father wishes she could take over the estate.”

“Well, yes. Her brother is definitely more concerned with jaunting off to various exclusive resorts around the world, but who can blame him? If I were his age and a young, eligible bachelor, I’d do the same.” Grandpa snorted as Mars jumped onto the sofa and onto his lap. “Does Gabriella know how you feel about her?”

“She does. But like I said, it’s complicated.”

“Does she feel the same way you do?”

“Yes, but—”

“Then it’s not that complicated at all, is it?” He ran his hand over Mars’ back, and she rolled into him, purring.

“It’s not that simple either, is it?” I responded and finished the last of my tea.

“Of course it is. If she wants to be with you and you want to be with her, everything else is just noise.”

I set the mug down on the coaster and looked away from him. “Not if her father has anything to say about it.”

“Boy, if she wanted to marry any one of Lord Bath’s suitors, don’t you think she would have by now?” He raised his bushy eyebrows. “And I bet she’s told you that, too.”

I didn’t respond.

“That’s what I thought. This village is her home, and it’ll take more than a big country estate she doesn’t care about to make her leave. You mark my words.”

“She told me that, but—”

“There you are, then.”

I sighed.

“What are you afraid of?” Grandpa tilted his head to the side. “There’s something stopping you.”

“That’s what she asked me.” I leaned forwards and rubbed the back of my neck. “I’ll tell you what I told her. That one day she’ll realise she wants her old life back.”

“Poppycock.”

“It’s the truth.”

“You want to know what your problem is, boy?” Grandpa shifted, and Mars jumped off his lap in protest. “You’re not afraid that she’ll want the life she’s used to. You’re afraid that she’s too good for you.”

I looked at him, nostrils flaring.

“Your father filled your head with far too many classist notions, and now you’re falling in love with someone you believe you have no business falling in love with. But I’ll let you into a little secret.” His eyes twinkled. “Your heart doesn’t give a damn if she’s a duke’s daughter or a chimney sweep, so you shouldn’t, either.”

“She’s too good for me. I know she is,” I replied quietly, reaching my hand out to Mars when she approached me. She sniffed my fingers before accepting my head scratch.

“Oh, she’s too good for you,” Grandpa continued.

“Thanks, Grandpa. That makes me feel better.”

“But not because she’s a duke’s daughter. She’s just a far nicer person than you are.”

“You’re not wrong there.” I tried not to laugh. “I was a bit of an arse to her, and she kept talking to me and being nice.”

“That’s because that’s who she is.” He leaned over and picked up his mug. “Now, the way I see it is that you have two options.”