Free His Perfect Game by Jenn Langston

for himself, and in the process, he could give his betrothed what she wanted as well.
    “My lord,” Algers called from the doorway. “Nathaniel mentioned you were looking for me. What can I help you with?”
    “Come in and have a seat. I simply wanted an update on your dealings in catching the thief. Have you made any progress?”
    “I’m doing my best. Just yesterday I made my report to Nathaniel. Forgive me, my lord, but you seem very involved for an investor. Honestly, I have never seen one take such a keen interest.”
    “The activities I allocate my time to are none of your concern. I intend to see to my investment in my own way.” Greyson clenched his teeth and focused his complete attention on Algers, not caring when the man began to squirm. Greyson realized he should have listened to Jonathan and continued to conduct his business dealings through Nathaniel, but this situation constantly plagued him. Now he would have to tread warily in order to ensure rumors about his involvement didn’t begin.
    “As I told Nathaniel, after Daniel was removed, although I’m unsure how that came about, the theft has stopped. I believe we inadvertently found the one responsible, and we have nothing further to worry about.”
    Keeping his mouth closed at the man’s stupidity, Greyson didn’t comment. He could not determine if the man actually believed the drivel he spouted or if his acceptance came from laziness. Either way, Greyson knew he could not push him or he would regret the results.
    “Thank you. I’m relieved to hear it.”
    As Algers excused himself, Nathaniel entered and closed the door behind him. He appeared relaxed and confident, making Greyson more positive he’d made the right decision in instilling his faith in him. Nathaniel managed Ravenhurst in his absence as well as carried out both his and Jonathan’s orders, which he did masterfully.
    “What do you think?” Greyson inquired. “Based on your past dealings with him, do you believe him?”
    “I’m not entirely sure. He appears to be a good sort, but he definitely lacks initiative. Several times during ‘his investigation,’ I pointed out details he should have been the one to note.”
    “Then our opinions are the same, as I, too, am not convinced. Are you still having Daniel watched?”
    “Yes, but either he worked alone, or he knows how to lie low. If the latter, eventually he will slip up, and we will be there the second he does.”
    “Good. It sounds as though you have everything handled here.”
    “For the time being. I only wish we could catch the culprit and put all this to rest.”
    “I second that. Just keep me informed.”
    Nathaniel bowed then set off to tend to his duties.
    Greyson leaned back in his chair and sighed. He needed to reduce the time he spent at Ravenhurst, but how could he when so much required his attention? At least he had the time to give. Once he was wed, his bride had no use for him and would not welcome his presence, so demands on his time would remain low.
    Reaching his hands up, he rubbed his temples. In a fortnight his bride would live in his home. He would officially remove the last sanctuary available to him in London. He would no longer be welcome anywhere.
    “He is here, my lady.” Mary smiled as Abigail let out a squeal of delight.
    Rushing downstairs, Abigail didn’t pause as she entered the drawing room. Braiden stood before her, all smiles. Although he was three years older than her, he looked younger and as carefree as ever. Launching herself into his arms, she reveled in the sense of security she always had with him. He remained the one man she felt safe with.
    “Whoa, little sister. I have missed you, too, but you must contain yourself.” He pulled her back, but still kept a hold of her hand as they sat down.
    “It has been desolate here without you. I wish you would visit more often.”
    “You know I would, but Father insists that as the Marquis of Hauney, I must tend to estate