That evening, after she had retired to bed, she sat in the window seat, looking out at the moon as she thought about how wonderful it was to have Eli and Sunny visiting. She was sad they were only there for a day, but at least she had that.

Diner had gone smoothly, with Eli entertaining them all with stories from the road. After dinner, in true Stevens family fashion, there had been a sing-along, which delighted Siobhan so much that it made Poppy smile. She knew that under all that reserve, there was a normal human being. Unfortunately, the senior Glenns were not amused.

Eli had even picked a few songs the children knew so they could sing along, too. Peter was drawn to Sunny and had been attached to her since their arrival. When it came time for him to go to bed, he had insisted Sunny help tuck him in, and Glynda had allowed her to help, but with a very sour face.

Poppy was concerned about all the looks the senior Glenns had exchanged all evening.

The door to the bedroom opened, interrupting her thoughts, and Poppy felt her heart skip as she saw Isaac enter with a thoughtful expression.

"Is everything all right?" Poppy asked, sipping her tea to mask the sudden flush that came to her face.

"Ummm," he looked up, startled as if he had forgotten she would be there. Then he looked at her for a long moment, and Poppy felt her flush deepen.

"I'm not sure," he said as he gathered his things to prepare for bed.

It didn't take him long before he rejoined her wearing nothing but pajama bottoms, and Poppy wasn't shy about enjoying the view as he moved to his side of the bed.

As he got into bed and she watched the muscles in his arms flex while he arranged his pillows, she forced herself to look away and sighed.

"Is something wrong," he asked impatiently, his distracted air gone.

"I'm worried," she admitted.

"Is it about what you revealed earlier about the castle belonging to your great-grandfather? I told you not to worry. In fact, you should visit the attic; I think there's a lot of your family's stuff stored up there. Boyd didn't have the heart to get rid of it when he moved in." He turned slightly so that he could look over at her.

"Really?" she asked excitedly.

"Really," he affirmed, amused by her excitement.

Poppy nodded and then forced her focus off the attic treasure and back on what she was worried about. "I'm not worried about that, but about Glynda and Chester."

She stood and moved to the bathroom to rinse her mug and brush her teeth before joining him.

"What are you wearing?" he asked, obviously upset by her gauzy nightgown.

Poppy turned to look at herself in the full-length mirror. She had never considered the garment a sexy one before; it was linen with short, capped sleeves and hung to her ankles. However, as she looked at herself in the mirror, she realized her silhouette was easily visible.

"I didn't want to be caught out like last night should Siobhan come knocking on our door again." She shrugged and moved to the bed.

"I preferred the other outfit," he grumbled.

"Would you prefer I take this one off?" she offered as she pulled back the covers.

"No!"

Poppy smiled as she climbed into bed next to him.

"Why are Glynda and Chester worrying you?" he asked as he turned slightly away from her and crossed his arms.

"It was something I heard them say at lunch today. Glynda said, "We need to act now," and I watched them at dinner. Every time Uncle Eli told one of his stories. Glynda and Chester would exchange a look as if to say, 'Remember that one".

Isaac nodded. "Yes, I feel they will make a move soon, but I have an idea. I'm just not sure if it's possible."

"What's your idea?" Poppy asked, sitting up more and bringing her knees to her chest.

"I have a feeling it's more about the money and castle than anything else, so I need to make sure it's taken out of the equation. I'm just not sure how much power I have to do it based on the terms of the will. My sister was a very smart lawyer, so I think there's a chance she left a loophole somewhere. Tell me about your Uncle Bryce?"

"He'd be the person to figure it out for you. He's a contract lawyer, one of the best, and my cousin Alistair is a whiz at all things financial. Together, I think they can help come up with a plan." Poppy nodded. "Are you thinking a trust for the castle?"

Isaac turned and looked at her with wide eyes. "I hadn't thought about that angle."

"I only ask because Wyatt, the other lawyer in the family, has a plantation in South Carolina and is in a trust. His mother was worried that his father would get into trouble and lose it, so she did it to protect Wyatt and his kids. It might work well for this place."

"How so?" Isaac forgot he was avoiding her and turned to face her slightly, adjusting his pillows.

Poppy licked her lips at his nearness but focused on her hands playing with a sting on the coverlet.

"The house is open to the public, and a non-profit board runs it, but Wyatt and lifetime residency for him and his descendants. The non-profit also leases the house from the family, so Wyatt still makes money from the visitation. It's an ingenious plan."

Isaac was silent as he thought about it.

"Thank you, that gives me some real hope," he said after a few minutes.

"You're welcome."

"Can your uncle practice law in Britain?" Isaac frowned as he thought about the potential hurdle.

"Yes, my Uncle Bryce Stevens, the Earl of Pennington, can indeed practice law in Britain."

"Earl?" Isaac closed his eyes and sighed. "Good Lord, Poppy, are you going to keep nonchalantly throwing these surprises out for the rest of our lives?" He rubbed his eyes and sighed.

"I told you! I have an army!" Poppy crossed her arms defensively.

"What other surprises do you have?" he asked, looking over at her, and she swore his gaze lowered to her chest where her arms had pushed her breasts up to the curve of her neckline.

"I don't know. There aren't surprises to me." Poppy shrugged, and this time, he looked at her chest.

"Would you like to see? We're married, so I'll show you."

He growled and rolled over. "Goodnight, Poppy."

"Goodnight, husband," she whispered and leaned over and kissed him above his whiskered cheek, making sure to press against him to let him know what he was missing.

Poppy couldn't help falling asleep with a smile that night. She felt she had helped and knew she had gotten under his skin just a little with her new nighttime look.