Only Lord Brentwood could turn a logistical nightmare like hauling Marquess Cornwallis’s entire wardrobe on wheels into a masterclass of leadership and diplomacy. The way he navigates Cornwallis’s aristocratic excess without losing his cool? Pure genius. Granger’s patience rivals that of Saint Alphonsus Liguori himself—though even Alphonsus might have lost his temper here. Also, let’s be real, I still don’t trust his wife one bit—she’s clearly up to something. That woman is as charming as a snake in a ball gown. Brilliantly written, as always!