Delaney watched him take another bite of the sandwich. The casual crunching sound snapped her patience in half.
"You gave me a list," She said. Her voice was low, but it trembled.
Rowan swallowed. He dusted a crumb from his blue coat. "And a very good list it was."
"I found women who matched the criteria," Delaney continued, her voice rising. "Lady Jane spoke three languages. Miss Basset was quiet as a mouse. Miss Penelope was… well, she was present."
"She sings," Rowan corrected. "To birds. It was alarming."
"And you dismissed them all," Delaney said, ignoring him. She took a step toward him. "In under five minutes. Five minutes, Your Grace! You didn't even finish your tea!"
Rowan shrugged. "It wasn't really necessary."
Delaney did not laugh. She took a deep breath containing her frustrations.
"Are you trying to deliberately sabotage me?" she demanded. "Is this a game to you? Are you trying to make me lose the wager?"
