Ten minutes later, Ben showed up at the pergola.

“Mr. Young-Johnson.”

Zachary got up.

“I’m sorry to bother you.” Since Zachary was taking a flight back to Wiltspoon tonight, he had to steel himself and intrude on Ben with the little time he had.

Ben smiled. “It’s fine. Do sit, Mr. York.”

Once Zachary had taken a seat, Ben gave his brother the go-ahead, and Remy told the butler to bring out a pot of tea and snacks.

“I wonder how I can help you, Mr. York.”

Blushing in embarrassment,