Asking for a father’s permission to marry should not be difficult.
notQuinn had done this once before. Yet, as he sat across from the stern-faced Viscount Pepperwirth after dinner that evening, he was tempted to squirm like a young boy who’d been caught stealing hot biscuits in the kitchens.
“You said you wished to speak with me about my daughter?” The man raised a brow, his hands steepled contemplatively before him.
Quinn inched forward in his seat. “Yes, my lord. About Miss Rowena.”
Lord Pepperwirth snorted. “Thank God it’s not Milly you’re after. We’ve only just settled her with that Hadley fellow.” Pepperwirth rolled his eyes and Quinn sensed that there was a story he wasn’t fully aware of.
“So, Rowena…” Pepperwirth waved a hand for him to continue.
Lord, Rowena’s father wasn’t m
