Joan lowered the glass, her cheeks flushing with a rosy hue as she understood his compliment. “Aren’t you the charmer today?”

“It’s freeing to say what’s on my mind rather than try to hide it from prying eyes. I suppose you’ll have to grow accustomed to my attentions.”

“I think I can manage that,” Joan replied shyly. “I think I’ll manage that quite well.”

Mrs. Adams came into the library and curtsied to the duke. “Your Grace, how may I be of assistance?” she asked. Her dress and pinafore were perfectly ironed and starched, presenting a very capable front. A swell of pride flowed through him. Joan would be aided by a very capable and kind staff, and he was thankful.

“Ah, Mrs. Adams, allow me to introduce you to my betrothed, Lady Joan Morgan.” He held a hand toward Joan, who curtsied prettily to the housekeeper.

“A pleasure, Mrs. Adams,” Joan said in greeting.

“The pleasure is all mine, Lady Joan. We are all looking forward to serving you,” Mrs. Adams replied.

“Mrs. Adams, would you assist Lady Joan in preparations for the wedding breakfast?” Rowles asked. “And if the rooms are ready, I’d like to give her a full tour as well so she may become familiar with her soon-to-be home.”

“Of course, Your Grace. Yes, the staff has been working diligently to prepare the new duchess’s rooms, and I hope you’ll both find them satisfactory. In the meantime, Lady Joan, I’m sure the staff can attend to every wish you have for your wedding breakfast.”

“Thank you,” Joan replied, worrying her lip a bit. “I confess I’m not sure where to start.”

“If I may, I drew up a possible menu. You may make whatever adjustments you desire and we can start there,” Mrs. Adams offered.

Joan’s shoulders relaxed slightly as she nodded. “That sounds perfect. Thank you. I can tell already that we are going to get along quite well, Mrs. Adams.”

“Of that I’m sure, Lady Joan. If you’ll follow me to the kitchens?”

Joan nodded and gave a little wave to Rowles before departing with the housekeeper to attend to whatever details needed her attention.

Rowles savored the sight of it, watching her begin her duties as his wife even before that was official. His mother had delegated most duties to the staff, and they were accustomed to running the estate. This would actually benefit Joan, he considered. Because she wouldn’t have to do more than she was ready for, she could gradually assume those duties she wished to do and delegate the rest to a very competent staff.

“She left five minutes ago, and you’re still staring at the door,” Morgan stated as he poked Rowles in the shoulder. “Should I be concerned? Or simply thrilled you love her that much.”

“The latter.” Rowles blinked, then met his friend’s expression.