Rowan had watched his brothers each get pressured into marriage and then marry off, and he’d long since built up immunity to the elders’ urging.
“Rowan, come with me to look at houses. I want to buy one,” Alex said suddenly.
Rowan blinked. “Brother, you’re buying a house? You already own plenty. Where this time?”
“I like the area around Wordisk Street. The community there’s great. Let’s check it out—I’m thinking of a big apartment.”
Wordisk Street was only a three-to-five-minute walk from the Pollock family clinic.
Alex was clearly laying the groundwork to pursue someone. Living nearby meant proximity—and opportunity.
Rowan shot him a curious look. “That’s far from our office. If I bought a house there, I’d have to leave at least ten minutes earlier every day for work.”