Chapter Five
Jane Russell was a stunning woman of fifty-two years with dark-red hair and hazel eyes. Lawrence wasn’t fooled by his mother’s beauty, however. He knew she was one of the fiercest matriarchs in all the ton when it came to schemes, especially those of a matchmaking nature. She also had the uncanny ability to appear in the lives of her children when they least expected. Like right now.
“Does everyone just walk into my house without knocking? Where the bloody hell is MacTavish, and why isn’t he doing his bloody job?” Lawrence flexed his throbbing hand, and Avery rubbed his sore eye, each shooting glares at the other.
“A good butler knows better than to stop a man’s mother at the front door.” Jane pulled at the tips of her gloves, removing them while she stared at her sons, one
