The next morning their guests slept late. Delaney and Vincent dressed and headed to the dining room for breakfast. They passed Ian on the stairs heading back to his room.
"Ian? Aren't you going to have breakfast with us this morning?" Delaney paused to ask.
Ian turned and looked from the duchess to the duke and back. His face gave away his confusion.
"I assumed that was a sort of special occasion," he explained, "I didn't think you would want me at breakfast every morning."
"Well you don't have to come every morning of course but you might as well eat with us on the mornings you're awake in time."
Ian smirked, "I'm awake well before breakfast every morning."
Delaney rolled her eyes, "Well every morning it is then."
