Rowan blinked twice.
It wasn't an old lady with a lace cap. It wasn't a stranger.
It was the woman from the church. It was the woman with the sharp hazel eyes. The woman who had told him he had poor spatial awareness. The woman who had called him "shiny" and "rehearsed." The woman who had looked at him with total disdain and walked away.
Rowan's jaw actually dropped. He stood there, his mouth hanging open like a fish. He stared at her. He blinked again, wondering if the hangover was causing hallucinations.
"You!" Rowan blurted out.
It wasn't a Duke-like thing to say. It wasn't eloquent. It was just a sound of pure shock.
"You!" he said again, pointing a finger at her.
Aunt Margery looked between them, confused. "Rowan? What is wrong?"
Delaney Kingsley did not look shocked. She did not look confused. She looked calm. She looked cool. She looked perfectly professional.
