Lottie quickly discovered that Harriet was far more voluble on the subject of Gentry than Mrs. Trench had been. According to the housemaid, Gentry was something of a mystery even to his own servants, as one never knew what to expect from him. He comported himself like a gentleman in private but did not shrink from the violence of his profession. He could be scathing or kind, brutal or gentle, his moods infinitely mercurial. Like the other Bow Street runners, Gentry kept odd hours and could be summoned at any moment to a.s.sist at some disaster, or investigate a murder, or apprehend a particularly dangerous fugitive. There was little structure or routine to his days, and he did not like to make plans. And curiously, he did not sleep well, and was occasionally tormented by nightmares.
aNightmares about what?a Lottie asked, fascinated.
aHe wonat say, not even to ais valet, Dudley. But he makes the most fearsome noises in ais sleep sometimes, and then ae wakes aimself, and wonat go back to bed for the rest oa the night. Dudley says it must be from things that Mr. Gentry remembers fromaa Pausing, Harriet glanced at Lottie warily.
aFrom his days in the underworld?a Lottie asked calmly. aYes, I am aware of Mr. Gentryas criminal past.a aaE werenat a criminal, miss. Not axactly. aE was a thief-taker. But ae owned a flash house near Fleet Ditch, and ae was put in the stone jug a time or two.a aImprisoned, you mean?a Harriet nodded, adding with a boastful note in her voice, aEscaped twice, Mr. Gentry did. They say thereas not a prison that can aold aim. The second time, ae was weighted wiv three aundred pounds oa chains, right in the Devilas Closet, in the center oa Newgate. Ana ae slipped out ana shuttered off easy as ye please.a Lottie was not surprised by the information, knowing what she did of Gentryas unusual agility, physical strength, and wily nature. Perhaps the image of her soon-to-be husband as a hardened criminal should have alarmed her, but instead it was oddly rea.s.suring. She was more convinced than ever that he would not be intimidated or easily outwitted by Lord Radnor. He was quite possibly the best protection she could have enlisted.
Yawning, she went with Harriet to the guest room, a room with soft blue walls, an exquisite tent bed enclosed with gray-and-blue curtains, and a large Hepplewhite wardrobe with a row of cunning little drawers for gloves, stockings, and other small necessities. She found her comb in one of the drawers, and she approached the hearth as the housemaid lit a fire in the grate. aThank you, that is lovely,a she said. aThat will be all for now, Harriet.a aYes, miss. The bellpull is there, if ye needs anyfing.a Sitting beside the hearth, Lottie combed her fine, straight hair until the long blond strands were warm from the heat of the fire. From somewhere in the house, a clock chimed four times. As she glanced at the gray sky outside the window and the raindrops that scattered against the gla.s.s panes, she shivered. For just a little while, she would push away her concerns about the future. Setting aside the comb, she crawled onto the bed, drew the hangings closed, and rested against the pillows.
She fell asleep rapidly, swimming through a haze of pleasant imagesawalking through the forest in Hampshireadangling her feet in a cool pond on a hot dayapausing in the kissing gate, while the smell of sun-warmed meadowsweet rose thickly to her nostrils. She closed her eyes and tilted her chin upward, relishing the sultry rays, while a b.u.t.terflyas wings brushed lightly against her cheek. Entranced by the delicate tickle, she held very still. The silken strokes moved over the tip of her nose, the sensitive periphery of her upper lip, the tender corners of her mouth.
Searching blindly, she lifted her face to the brushes of warmth and was rewarded by a gentle pressure that opened her lips and drew a moan from the upper part of her lungs. Lord Sydney was standing with her in the kissing gate, his arms trapping her against the painted ribs of latticework. His mouth searched hers so gently, his body firm against hers, and she writhed in a mute plea for him to hold her more tightly. Seeming to know exactly what she wanted, he pushed his knee into her skirts, right against the place that felt swollen and yearning. Gasping, she curled her fingers in his glossy hair, and he whispered for her to relax, that he would take care of her, satisfy hera"
aOh.a Blinking hard, she stirred from the sensuous dream as she realized that she was not alone. The bed curtains had been drawn aside, and Nick Gentryas long body was entangled with hers. One large hand was cupped beneath her hips, while his leg wedged more intimately between hers. His breath surged against her ear, filling the sh.e.l.l with moist heat, and then his lips wandered back to hers in a searing path. He absorbed her protest as he kissed her, his tongue searching her mouth, his body levering over hers. She felt the hard length of his erection, nudging against the cleft between her thighs until she could feel it distinctly through the layers of their clothingaa restrained thrustaanotheraanotheraeach rhythmic insinuation was so maddeningly good that she could not bring herself to stop him. She was filled with a physical agitation that penetrated to her soul, and every part of her demanded that she pull him harder, closer, tighter.
Instead Lottie pushed at him, ripping her mouth free with a sob. aNo.a He released her, and she rolled to her stomach, resting on her clenched fists. As her lungs moved in violent inhalations, she was aware of him right behind her, the powerful length of his body pressing against her from neck to heels.
aYou took advantage of me while I was sleeping,a she said breathlessly. aThatas not fair.a Gentryas hand moved over her hip in a slow circle. aI seldom play fair. Itas usually easier to cheat.a A sudden laugh bubbled in Lottieas throat. aYou are the most shameless man Iave ever encountered.a aProbably,a he conceded, pushing her hair aside and lowering his smiling mouth to the back of her neck. She inhaled sharply as she felt him nuzzle the fragile wisps of hair at her nape. aHow soft you are,a he breathed. aLike silk. Like kitten fur.a The touch of his lips sent a ripple through the overheated core of her body. aNick, Ia"a aMrs. Trench told me that you tried the shower-bath.a His hand coasted from her hip to the indentation of her waist. aDid you like it?a aIt was very refreshing,a Lottie managed to say.
aIam going to watch you the next time.a aOh, no you wonat!a He laughed quietly and offered, aIall let you watch me, then.a Before she could stop herself, Lottie imagined him standing in the shower-bath, the water coursing and gliding over his skin, darkening his hair, steam veiling his sapphire eyes. The image was a vague one, as she had never seen a naked man, only the engraved images in an anatomy book she had found in Lord Westcliffas library. She had pored over the drawings with fascination, wishing that certain details had been more fully articulated.
Soon she would not have to wonder.
He seemed to read her thoughts. aItas not wrong to like it,a he said, stroking her midriff with his palm. aWhom will it benefit if you deny yourself pleasure? Youare paying the price for my protectiona"you may as well get some enjoyment out of it.a aBut youare a stranger,a she said ruefully.
aWhat husband isnat a stranger to his wife? Courtship consists of a dance at a ball, a chaperoned drive through the park, and a conversation or two in the garden. Then the parents agree on the match, the ceremony is performed, and the girl finds herself in bed with a man she hardly knows. There isnat much difference between that scenario and ours, is there?a Lottie frowned and rolled to face him, knowing there was a flaw in his reasoning, but she was unable to identify it. Gentry was reclining on his side, propped up on one elbow, the broad outline of his shoulders obscuring most of the light shed by the bedside lamp. His body was so large and sheltering, his self-confidence so substantial, that it seemed as if she could wrap it around herself like a blanket and stay safe forever.
Shrewdly, he understood her Achillesa heela"that terrible need for sanctuarya"and he did not hesitate to make use of it. He slid his arm over her waist, his hand resting on the middle of her back, his thumb brushing along the stiff arc of her spine. aIall take care of you, Lottie. Iall keep you safe and provide all the comforts you require. All I want in return is for you to enjoy yourself with me. That isnat so terrible, is it?a He had Luciferas own skill of making what he wanted sound perfectly reasonable. Discerning her weakness, he leaned over until the solid weight of his body was poised above her and his thigh pressed into the mattress between her legs. aKiss me,a he whispered. The sweet, drugging spice of his breath and skin sent her thoughts scattering like dry leaves in the wind.
She shook her head, even though the most tender parts of her body had begun to throb in acute longing.
aWhy not?a he asked, his fingertips teasing the edge of her hairline.
aBecause a kiss is something that a woman gives to a sweetheartasomething you are not.a He trailed the backs of his fingers lightly over her throat, between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, down over her stomach. aYou kissed me at Stony Cross Park.a A fierce blush enveloped her. aI didnat know who you were then.a His hand settled perilously low on her stomach. Were she not clothed, his fingers would have been resting at the top of the triangle between her thighs. aIam the same man, Lottie.a His hand began to stray even lower, until she caught at his wrist and shoved it away.
Gentry chuckled, and then sobered as he moved back to look at her. aI saw Lord Radnor today.a Although Lottie had expected it, she still felt a chill of alarm. aWhat happened? What did you tell him?a aI returned his money, informed him of your decision to marry me, and warned him not to bother you or your family in the future.a aHow angry was he?a He held his thumb and forefinger a mere millimeter apart. aHe was this close to apoplexy.a The thought of Radnoras anger filled her with satisfaction, but at the same time, she could not quell a sudden shiver. aHe wonat give up. Heall cause trouble for both of us, in every way possible.a aIave dealt with worse characters than Radnor,a he said evenly.
aYou donat know him as well as you think you do.a His lips parted as he prepared to argue. But as he saw the trembling of her chin, the aggressive gleam faded from his eyes. aDonat be afraid.a He startled her by settling his palm on her chest, on the smooth reach between her throat and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She inhaled deeply, her chest rising beneath the soothing weight of his hand. aI meant it when I told you that I would take care of you and your family,a he said. aYouare giving Radnor more importance than he merits.a aYou couldnat possibly understand the way he has overshadowed my entire life. Hea"a aI do understand.a His fingers drifted to her throat, stroking the tender place where he could feel her swallowing. Such a powerful handa"he could crush her so easily, and yet he touched her with incredible gentleness. aAnd I know that youave never had anyone to defend you from him. But from now on I will. So stop turning pale every time his name is mentioned. No one is ever going to dominate you again, least of all Radnor.a aNo one exceptyou , you mean.a He smiled at the pert accusation, toying with a lock of her hair. aI have no desire to dominate you.a Leaning over her, he kissed the tiny pulse in her throat and touched it with his tongue. Lottie held very still, her toes curling inside her stockings. She wanted to put her arms around him, touch his hair, press her b.r.e.a.s.t.s upward into his chest. The effort to hold back made her entire body stiffen.
aAfter we wed tomorrow, Iall take you to meet my sister Sophia,a he said against her neck. aWill that be agreeable?a aYes, I would like that. Will Sir Ross be there as well?a Gentry lifted his head. aProbably.a He sounded distinctly less than thrilled by the prospect. aI received a warning today that my brother-in-law is hatching some plan, as usual, and wants to see me.a aIs there no liking at all between you?a aG.o.d, no. Sir Ross is a manipulative b.a.s.t.a.r.d who has plagued me for years. Why Sophia saw fit to marry him is still beyond any hope of understanding.a aDoes she love him?a aI suppose,a he said reluctantly.
aDo they have children?a aOne daughter, so far. A tolerable brat, if one likes children.a aAnd is Sir Ross faithful to your sister?a aOh, heas a saint,a Gentry a.s.sured her dourly. aWhen they met, he was a widower who had been celibate ever since the death of his wife. Too honorable to lie with a woman outside of wedlock.a aHe sounds quite chivalrous.a aYes. Not to mention honest and ethical. He insists that everyone around him follow the rulesahisrules. And as his brother-in-law, I receive an unG.o.dly amount of his attention.a Having a fair idea of how well Gentry received Sir Rossas attempts to reform him, Lottie bit the inside of her lower lip to suppress a sudden smile.
Seeing the twitch of her lips, Gentry gave her a glance of mock warning. aThat amuses you, does it?a aYes,a she admitted, and yelped in surprise as he nudged a sensitive spot beneath her ribs. aOh, donat! Iam ticklish there. Please.a He moved over her with easy grace, his thighs straddling her hips, his hands catching at her wrists to pull them over her head. Lottieas amus.e.m.e.nt disappeared at once. She felt a pang of fear, as well as a confusing rush of excitement, as she stared at the large male above her. She was stretched beneath him in a primal position of submission, helpless to prevent him from doing whatever he wanted. Despite her anxiety, however, she did not ask him to release her, only waited tensely with her gaze locked on his dark face.
His grip on her wrists loosened, and his thumbs dipped gently into the humid cups of her palms. aShall I come to you tonight?a he whispered.
Lottie had to lick her dry lips before she could answer. aAre you posing a question to me or yourself?a A smile flickered in his eyes. aYou, of course. I already know what I want.a aIad rather you stayed away, then.a aWhy prolong the inevitable? One more night isnat going to make a difference.a aI would prefer to wait until after we are married.a aPrinciple?a he mocked, his thumbs tracing slowly along her inner arms.
aPracticality,a Lottie countered, unable to prevent a gasp as he touched the delicate creases inside her elbows. How was it that he could elicit sensation from such ordinary parts of her body?
aIf you think I might change my mind about marrying you after one night of lovemakingayouare wrong. My appet.i.te isnat satisfied nearly that easily. In fact, having you once is only going to make me want you more. Itas a pity that youare a virgin. That will limit the number of things I can do with youafor a while, at least.a Lottie scowled. aIam so sorry for the inconvenience.a Gentry grinned at her annoyance. aThatas all right. Weall do the best we can, in light of the circ.u.mstances. Perhaps it will be less of a hindrance than I expect. Never having had a virgin before, I wonat know until I try one.a aWell, you will have to wait until tomorrow night,a she said firmly, wriggling beneath him in an effort to free herself.
For some reason he froze and caught his breath at the movement of her hips beneath his.
Lottie frowned. aWhat is it? Did I hurt you?a Shaking his head, Gentry rolled away from her. He dragged a hand through his gleaming brown hair as he sat up. aNo,a he muttered, sounding a bit strained. aAlthough I may be permanently debilitated if I donat get some relief soon.a aRelief from what?a she asked, while he left the bed and fumbled with the front of his trousers.
aYouall find out.a He glanced over his shoulder, his blue eyes containing both a threat and a delicious promise. aPut yourself to rights, and letas have supper downstairs. If I canat satisfy one appet.i.te, I may as well attend to the other.a
Chapter Eight.
As a wedding to Lord Radnor had figured prominently in Lottieas nightmares for years, she had inevitably come to regard such a ceremony with suspicion and dread. She was gratified, therefore, that the rite in the superintendent-registraras office turned out to be fast and efficient, consisting of signing her name, exchanging obligatory vows, and paying a fee. There were no kisses, no long glances, no hint of emotion to color the businesslike atmosphere, and for that she was grateful. However, she felt no more married upon leaving the registraras office than she had when entering it.
She had just become the wife of a man who did not love her and was probably incapable of such an emotion. And by marrying him, she had just removed all possibility of ever finding love for herself.
However, there would be consolations in this union, the greatest one being her escape from Lord Radnor. And truth be told, Nick Gentry was fascinating company. He did not bother to conceal his faults as everyone else did but instead boasted about them, as if there were some merit in being amoral and mercenary. He was a foreigner to her, coming from a world she had only heard about in whispersaa world populated with scavengers, thieves, dispossessed people who resorted to violence and prost.i.tution. Gentlemen and ladies were supposed to pretend that the underworld did not exist. But Nick Gentry answered Lottieas questions with stunning frankness, explaining exactly what occurred in the rookeries of London, and the difficulties the Bow Street runners encountered in trying to bring criminals to justice.
aSome of the alleyways are so narrow,a he told her as their carriage traveled to Sir Rossas home, athat a man has to turn sideways to squeeze between the buildings. Many times Iave lost a fugitive simply because he was thinner than I. And then there are ma.s.ses of buildings that are connecteda"roof, yard, and cellara"so a thief can slip through them like a rabbit in a warren. I usually accompany the new constables who donat have much experience, as they can get lost in less than a minute. And once a runner is lost, he can stumble right into a trap.a aWhat kind of trap?a aOh, a group of thieves or costers will be waiting to bash a pursuing officeras skull, or stab him. Or theyall cover a cesspool with a few rotten boards, so when he sets a foot on it, heall drown in a vat of sewage. That kind of thing.a Her eyes widened. aHow dreadful!a aItas not dangerous when you learn what to expect,a he a.s.sured her. aIave been in every corner of every rookery in London, and I know every dodge and trap there is.a aYou almost seem to enjoy your workabut you couldnat possibly.a aI donat enjoy it.a He hesitated before adding, aI need it, though.a Lottie shook her head in confusion. aAre you referring to the physical exertion?a aThatas part of it. Jumping over walls, climbing onto rooftops, the feeling of catching a fugitive and bringing him to the groundaa aAnd the fighting?a Lottie asked. aDo you enjoy that part of it?a Although she expected him to deny it, he nodded briefly.
aItas addictive,a he said. aThe challenge and excitementaeven the danger.a Lottie twined her fingers together in her lap, reflecting that someone needed to tame him enough so that he could live in a peaceful manner somedaya"or his prediction of being short-lived would fulfill itself rather quickly.
The carriage traveled along a drive lined with plane trees, their intricately lobed leaves providing dense cover for the underplantings of white snowdrops and spiky green-stemmed cornuses. They stopped before a large house, handsome in its stately simplicity, the entrance guarded by wrought-iron railings and arched lamp standards. The pair of attentive footmen, Daniel and George, helped Lottie alight from the carriage and went to alert the household of their arrival. Noticing that the letterC had been worked into the designs of wrought iron, Lottie paused to trace it with her fingers.
Gentry smiled sardonically. aThe Cannons arenat members of the peerage, but one wouldnat know it to look at them.a aIs Sir Ross a very traditional sort of gentleman?a aIn some regards, yes. But politically speaking, heas a progressive. Fights for the rights of women and children, and supports every reformist cause you can name.a With a short sigh, Gentry guided her toward the front steps. aYouall like him. All women do.a As they ascended the stone staircase, Gentry surprised Lottie by fitting his arm behind her back. aTake my hand. That step is uneven.a He navigated her carefully over the irregular surface, releasing her only when he was certain that her balance was perfect.
They walked into a large entrance hall painted in eggsh.e.l.l shades, with gleaming gold ormolu swags that bordered the lofty ceiling. A half-dozen doorways connected the hall to six princ.i.p.al rooms, while a horseshoe-shaped staircase led to the private apartments above. Lottie scarcely had time to appreciate the graceful design of the houseas interior before they were approached by a lovely woman.
The womanas blond hair was much darker than her own, the color of aged honey. It had to be Lady Cannon, whose face was a delicate copy of Gentryas severely handsome features. Her nose was less bold, her chin defined but not quite as decisive as her brotheras, her complexion fair instead of tanned. The eyes, however, were the same distinctive blue; rich, dark, and fathomless. Lady Cannon was so youthful in appearance that one would never have guessed that she was older than her brother by four years.
aNick,a she exclaimed with an exuberant laugh, coming forward and lifting up on her toes to receive his kiss. He enclosed her in a brief hug, rested his chin on the crown of her head, then drew back to look at her appraisingly. In that one instant, Lottie saw the remarkable depth of feeling between the two, which had somehow survived years of distance, loss, and deception.
aYouare expecting another one,a Gentry said after a moment, and his older sister laughed.
aHow did you know? Sir Grant must have told you.a aNo. But your waist is thickera"or else your corset strings have come loose.a Pulling away, Lady Cannon laughed and swatted at his chest. aYou tactless wretch. Yes, my waist is thicker, and will continue to increase until January, at which time youall have a new niece or nephew to dandle on your knee.a aG.o.d help me,a he said with feeling.
Lady Cannon turned toward Lottie, her face softening. aWelcome, Charlotte. Nick sent word to me about you yesterdaya"I have been terribly impatient to meet you.a She smelled like tea and roses, a fragrance that was as soothing as it was alluring. Sliding a slender arm around Lottieas shoulders, she turned to address Gentry. aWhat a lovely sister youave brought me,a she remarked. aMind you treat her well, Nick, or I shall invite her to live here with me. She appears far too well-bred to keep company with the likes of you.a aSo far, I have no complaints about Mr. Gentryas treatment of me,a Lottie replied with a smile. aOf course, weave only been married for an hour.a Lady Cannon frowned at her brother. aMarrying this poor girl in the registraras office, of all places! I wish to heaven you had waited and allowed me to arrange something here. Why, you havenat even given her a ring! Honestly, Nicka"a aI didnat want to wait,a he interrupted brusquely.
Before Lady Cannon could reply, a small child toddled into the entrance hall, followed by an ap.r.o.ned nanny. The dark-haired little girl, with her blue eyes and dimpled cheeks, could not have been much older than two. aUnca Nick!a she shrieked, rushing at him headlong, her curls flying in a wild, tangled ma.s.s.
Gentry caught her and swung her up in the air, grinning at her screams of delight. As he hugged her close, his strong affection for the child was more than obvious, belying his earlier description of her as a atolerable brat.a Wrapping her plump arms around his neck, the little girl growled playfully, kissing him and pulling at his hair.
aG.o.d, what a savage,a Gentry said, laughing. He turned her upside down, making the child squeal in excitement.
aNick,a his sister reproved, although she was laughing as well. aDonat, youall drop her on her head.a aI will not,a he said lazily, righting the child and holding her against his chest.
aCandy,a the little girl demanded, plunging inside his coat as busily as a ferret. Finding what she had been searching for, she extracted a small paper parcel and crowed with excitement as her uncle opened it for her.
aWhat are you giving her this time?a Lady Cannon asked with resignation.
aCinder toffee,a he said cheerfully, while his niece popped a large sugary wad into her cheek. His eyes continued to sparkle as he glanced at Lottie. aWould you like some?a She shook her head, while her heart gave a peculiar extra thump. Just now, when he had looked at her that way, his face gentle, his smile quick and easy, he had been so devastatingly handsome that Lottie had felt a shot of pleasure from the back of her neck down to her toes.
aAmelia,a Gentry murmured, bringing her to Lottie. aSay h.e.l.lo to your aunt Charlotte. I married her this very morning.a Suddenly shy, the little girl laid her head on Gentryas shoulder and smiled at Lottie. Lottie smiled back at her, uncertain of what to say. She had little experience with children, as she had lived away from home for so many years.
Lady Cannon came to retrieve her sticky-faced daughter, smoothing back her knotted curls. aMy darling,a she murmured. aWonat you let Nanny brush your hair?a The round little chin protruded obstinately. aNo,a she said around the mouthful of cinder toffee, punctuating her refusal with a drooling grin.
aIf you wonat let her brush out the tangles, theyall become so impossible that weall have to cut them out.a Gentry added in a coaxing tone, aLet Nanny brush your hair, sweets. And the next time I come to visit, Iall bring you a pretty blue ribbon.a aAnd a doll?a Amelia asked hopefully.
aA doll as big as you,a he promised.
Squirming down from her motheras arms, the little girl tottered off to the waiting nanny.
aShe is a beautiful child,a Lottie remarked.
Lady Cannon shook her head with a rueful smile, her eyes filled with maternal pride. aAnd spoiled beyond reason.a Returning to Lottie, she took her hand. aYou must call me Sophia,a she said warmly. aLetas not bother with formal terms of address.a aYes, myayes, Sophia.a aMy husband will be joining us quite soon in the parlora"a aOh, splendid,a came Gentryas surly voice from behind them.
Sophia continued as if she hadnat heard him. aa"and I will send for some refreshments. I have just acquired an exquisite chocolate servicea"do you like chocolate, Charlotte?a Lottie accompanied her newfound sister-in-law to a sumptuous parlor, one side of which was lined with gla.s.s panels that provided a view of a lushly planted indoor conservatory. aIave never had it before,a she replied. The beverage had never been served at Maidstoneasa"and even if it had been, Lord Radnor would never have allowed her to have it. And certainly the servants at Stony Cross Park had rarely, if ever, enjoyed such luxuries. b.u.t.ter and eggs were seldom allotted to servants, much less something as dear as chocolate.
aNever? Well, then, you shall try some today.a Sophiaas smile contained an impish quality as she added, aI happen to be a great authority on the subject.a The parlor was decorated in warm shades of burgundy, gold, and green, the heavy mahogany furniture upholstered in brocade and velvet. Small tables with leather tops were scattered throughout the room, bearing tempting loads of folio books, novels, and newspapers. At Sophiaas direction, Lottie sat on an overstuffed couch, against a row of pillows embroidered in patterns of animals and flowers. Nick sat beside her after Sophia took a nearby chair.
A housemaid approached Sophia, received a few whispered directions, and left the room discreetly.
aMy husband will be here momentarily,a Sophia informed them serenely. aNow, Charlotte, do tell me how you and Nick met. His note was quite brief, and I am eager for details.a Lottie opened and closed her mouth like a landed fish, unable to form a reply. She did not want to lie to Sophia, but the trutha"that their marriage was a cold, practical arrangementa"was too embarra.s.sing to admit. Gentry answered for her, his large hand covering hers.
aWe met in Hampshire during an investigation,a he told his sister, playing with Lottieas fingers as he spoke. aLottie was affianced to Lord Radnor, and she went into hiding to avoid him. He hired me to find her, and when I didaa He shrugged and let Sophia draw her own conclusions.
aBut Lord Radnor is at least three decades older than Charlotte,a Sophia said, wrinkling her nose. She glanced at Lottie with frank sympathy. aAnd having met him on one or two occasions, I find him to be quite odd. No wonder you didnat suit.a She glanced at Gentry. aAnd were you immediately taken with Charlotte, when you found her?a aWho wouldnat be?a Gentry parried with a bland smile. He drew a slow circle on Lottieas palm, stroked the insides of her fingers, brushed his thumb over the delicate veins of her wrist. The subtle exploration made her feel hot and breathless, her entire being focused on the fingertip that feathered along the tender flesh of her upper palm. Most disconcerting of all was the realization that Gentry didnat even know what he was doing. He fiddled lazily with her hand and talked with Sophia, while the chocolate service was brought to the parlor and set out on the table.
aIsnat it charming?a Sophia asked, indicating the flowered porcelain service with a flourish. She picked up the tall, narrow pot and poured a dark, fragrant liquid into one of the small cups, filling the bottom third. aMost people use cocoa powder, but the best results are obtained by mixing the cream with chocolate liquor.a Expertly she stirred a generous spoonful of sugar into the steaming liquid. aNot liquor as in wine or spirits, mind you. Chocolate liquor is pressed from the meat of the beans, after they have been roasted and hulled.a aIt smells quite lovely,a Lottie commented, her breath catching as Gentryas fingertip investigated the plump softness at the base of her thumb.
Sophia turned her attention to preparing the other cups. aYes, and the flavor is divine. I much prefer chocolate to coffee in the morning.a aIs it a st-stimulant, then?a Lottie asked, finally managing to jerk her hand away from Gentry. Deprived of his plaything, he gave her a questioning glance.
aYes, of a sort,a Sophia replied, pouring a generous amount of cream into the sweetened chocolate liquor. She stirred the cups with a tiny silver spoon. aAlthough it is not quite as animating as coffee, chocolate is uplifting in its own way.a She winked at Lottie. aSome even claim that chocolate rouses the amorous instincts.a aHow interesting,a Lottie said, doing her best to ignore Gentry as she accepted her cup. Inhaling the rich fumes appreciatively, she took a tiny sip of the shiny, dark liquid. The robust sweetness slid along her tongue and tickled the back of her throat.
Sophia laughed in delight at Lottieas expression. aYou like it, I see. Gooda"now I have found an inducement to make you visit often.a Lottie nodded as she continued to drink. By the time she reached the bottom of the cup, her head was swimming, and her nerves were tingling from the mixture of heat and sugar.
Gentry set his cup aside after a swallow or two. aToo rich for my taste, Sophia, although I compliment your skill in preparing it. Besides, my amorous instincts need no encouragement.a He smiled as the statement caused Lottie to choke on the last few drops of chocolate.
aWould you like some more, Charlotte?a Sophia offered.
aOh, yes, please.a Before Sophia poured more of the magical liquid, however, a tall, black-haired man entered the room. He spoke in an extraordinary voice, deep and gently abraded, his accent exquisitely cultured. aPardon me for taking so long to join you. It was necessary to conclude some business with my estate agent.a Somehow Lottie had expected that Sir Ross would be settled and solid and pompously middle-aged. He was, after all, in his early forties. However, Sir Ross appeared to be more fit and virile than most men half his age. He was handsome in an aloof way, his natural authority so potent a force that Lottie instinctively shrank backward into the cushions. He was tall and lean, possessing a combination of self-a.s.surance and vitality that made callow youth seem entirely graceless. His innate elegance would have been apparent even if he had been dressed in rustic peasant garb. As it was, he was clad in a crisply tailored black coat and matching trousers, with a charcoal silk necktie knotted deftly around his collar. His gaze swept over the scene, touching briefly on Lottie, lingering a bit longer on Gentry, then settling on his wife. What strange eyes he hadaa gray so piercing and brilliant that it made her think of lightning trapped in a bottle.
Amazingly, Sophia spoke to the remarkable creature as if he were an ordinary man, her tone decidedly flirtatious. aNow that youare here, I suppose weall have to discuss something dull, like politics or judicial reform.a Sir Ross laughed as he bent to kiss her cheek. It would have been an ordinary husbandly gesture except for the way he finished the kiss with a soft, nearly imperceptible nuzzle. Sophiaas eyes closed briefly, as if the feel of his mouth on her skin recalled tantalizing memories.
aIall try to be entertaining,a he murmured with a caressing smile. As he straightened, the light played on the ebony blackness of his hair and picked out the silver streaks at his temples.
Gentry was stone-faced as he stood to shake his brother-in-lawas hand. aSir Grant told me that you wished to see me,a he said without preamble. aWhat are you planning, Cannon?a aWeall discuss that later. First I wish to become acquainted with your intrepid young bride.a Lottie laughed at Sir Rossas implicationa"that any woman would have to be intrepid, to marry such a notorious man as Nick Gentry. She curtsied as the former magistrate came around the table to her. Taking her hands in his large, warm ones, Sir Ross spoke with engaging gentleness. aWelcome to the family, Mrs. Gentry. Be a.s.sured that if you ever require a.s.sistance of any kind, you have only to ask. I am at your disposal.a As their gazes met, Lottie knew instinctively that he meant what he said. aThank you, Sir Ross. I regret the necessity of keeping our kinship a secret, as I would be quite proud to claim you and Lady Cannon as relatives.a aPerhaps we can do something about that,a he replied enigmatically.
Suddenly Lottie felt Gentryas hands close around her waist, and he tugged her away from Sir Ross. aI doubt it,a Gentry said to his brother-in-law. aSince there is no way in h.e.l.l that I would ever allow such information to be made public.a Sophia interceded quickly. aSince it is rather too late to have the traditional wedding breakfast, I propose that we enjoy a wedding luncheon. Cook is preparing lamb cutlets, early-season asparagus, and several varieties of salad. And pineapple cream for dessert.a aHow wonderful,a Lottie said, joining her in the effort to keep the atmosphere tranquil. She sat once more on the couch and carefully arranged her skirts. aIave never had asparagus, and Iave always wanted to try it.a aNever had asparagus?a Sophia asked in disbelief.
As Lottie searched for a way to explain her unfamiliarity with such delicacies, Gentry sat beside her and took her hand again. aIam afraid my wife was served a rather spartan diet at school,a he told his sister. aShe attended Maidstoneas for several years.a Sir Ross occupied a chair beside Sophiaas and gazed at Lottie intently. aA well-known inst.i.tution, with the reputation of turning out very accomplished young ladies.a His tone became gently encouraging. aTell me, did you enjoy your years there, Mrs. Gentry?a aPlease call me Lottie,a she invited with a shy smile. As she proceeded to describe her experiences at the school, Sir Ross listened attentively, although Lottie had no idea why the subject would be of such interest.
Soon luncheon was served in the conservatory, at a table laden with glittering crystal and flowery china, while two footmen attended them. Lottie was delighted by the indoor trees and the lavish spills of delicate tea roses that scented the air. Even Gentryas mood seemed to lighten in the convivial atmosphere. Relaxing back in his chair, he regaled them with stories about the Bow Street office, including an account of how the runners had been a.s.signed to inspect the dirty undergarments and shirts of prisoners being held in the strong room. Apparently the prisoners often penciled secret messages in their clothes, which were then given to relatives, who brought new garments for them to wear when they saw the magistrate. The condition of the prisonersa clothing was often so foul that the runners had resorted to drawing straws to decide who should be given the disgusting task. By the time Gentry had finished describing the fury of a particular runner who always seemed to draw the short straw, even Sir Ross was laughing richly.
Eventually Sir Ross and Gentry launched into a conversation about the problems concerning the aNew Police,a which had been created approximately ten years earlier. Since then, Bow Street had remained separate from the New Police, as Sir Grantas force of constables and runners were far better trained and more effective than the araw lobsters.a aWhy are the New Police called raw lobsters?a Lottie could not resist asking.
Sir Ross replied with a faint smile. aBecause raw lobsters are bluea"the color of the new uniformsa"and lobsters also pinch.a The comment made Gentry laugh.
As the police discussion continued, Sophia drew closer to Lottie. aDo you think that my brother will wish to continue at Bow Street, now that youave married?a aHe gave me the impression that he has no choice,a Lottie replied carefully. aThe bargain with Sir Rossaa aYes, but that arrangement was never intended to last forever. And now that Nick has married, perhaps Sir Ross will release him from the agreement.a aWhy would our marriage have any effect on Mr. Gentryas position at Bow Street?a Sophia glanced cautiously at the men across the table. aThe answer to that is too privatea"and complicateda"to discuss now. May I call on you soon, Lottie? We could have a nice long chata"and perhaps weall go on a shopping excursion.a Lottie smiled. She had never expected that Gentryas sister would turn out to be so personable. And it seemed that Sophia was quite willing to shed some light on Gentryas mysterious past, which would help Lottie understand him much better. aYes, I would like that very much.a aLovely. I expect we shall have great fun.a Overhearing his sisteras last remark, Gentry arched a dark brow. aWhat are you arranging, Sophia?a aOh, a simple stroll along Oxford Street,a she replied cheerfully.
Gentry snorted. aThere are at least a hundred and fifty shops on Oxford. I suspect youall do more than simply stroll.a Sophia laughed. aYou must open accounts for Charlotte at the drapers, and Wedgwood, and naturally the jewelers, as well as the bookshop anda"a aOh, my ladyaer, Sophia,a Lottie interrupted uncomfortably, wondering why she didnat seem to realize that their finances were quite meager, compared to the Cannonsa affluence. aIam certain it will not be necessary to open accounts on my behalf.a Gentry spoke to Sophia with a slight smile. aLottie may have credit wherever she likes. But first take her to your dressmaker. To my knowledge, she has no wedding trousseau.a aI donat need any new gowns,a Lottie protested. aPerhaps one nice gown, but that is all.a The last thing she desired was for Gentry to spend a great deal on clothes for her. Her memories of her parentsa extravagant spending habits, and their resulting descent into poverty, were still very clear in her mind. She had an instinctive fear of spending large amounts of money, and she knew better than anyone how even a comfortable fortune could be squandered in a short time. aPlease, I must insist that you donata"a aItas all right,a Gentry interrupted, touching her shoulder. His gaze conveyed the message that now was not the time to debate the issue.
Flushing, Lottie fell silent. His hand lingered at her shoulder, then slid to her elbow, squeezing lightly.
Thankfully, the silence at the table was relieved by the appearance of a footman, who cleared the dishes while another set out plates of dessert and tiny gla.s.ses of sweet wine. The dessert plates were arranged with delicate biscuits and pineapple cream served in cunning little glazed pots.
Sir Ross introduced a new topic of conversation concerning some recently proposed amendments to the Poor Law, which both he and Gentry supported. Surprisingly, Sophia offered her own opinions on the subject, and the men listened attentively. Lottie tried to conceal her astonishment, for she had been taught for years that a proper woman should never express her opinions in mixed company. Certainly she should say nothing about politics, an inflammatory subject that only men were qualified to debate. And yet here was a man as distinguished as Sir Ross seeming to find nothing wrong in his wifeas speaking her mind. Nor did Gentry seem displeased by his sisteras outspokenness.
Perhaps Gentry would allow her the same freedom. With that pleasant thought in her mind, Lottie consumed her pineapple cream, a rich, silky custard with a tangy flavor. Upon reaching the bottom of the pot, she thought longingly of how nice it would be to have another. However, good manners and the fear of appearing gluttonous made it unthinkable to request seconds.
Noticing the wistful glance Lottie gave her empty dish, Gentry laughed softly and slid his own untouched dessert to her plate. aYou have even more of a taste for sweets than little Amelia,a he murmured in her ear. His warm breath caused the hair on the back of her neck to rise.
aWe didnat have desserts at school,a she said with a sheepish smile.
He took his napkin and dabbed gently at the corner of her mouth. aI can see that Iall have a devil of a time trying to compensate for all the things you were deprived of. I suppose youall want sweets with every meal now.a Pausing in the act of lifting her spoon, Lottie stared into the warm blue eyes so close to hers, and suddenly she felt wreathed in heat. Ridiculous, that all he had to do was speak with that caressing note in his voice, and she could be so thoroughly undone.
Sir Ross studied the pair of them with an all-engulfing glance. aGentry, there is a matter I would take up with you. Undoubtedly there are better ways to reveal my thoughts concerning your future, but I confess that I canat think of them. Your circ.u.mstances are unusual.a He paused and smiled ruefully. aThat is an understatement, of course. The twists and turns of your life have been nothing if not bizarre.a Gentry sat back with languid grace, appearing relaxed, but Lottie sensed the apprehension that coiled inside him. aI havenat asked you to consider my future.a aI have, nonetheless. During the past three years that I have followed your careera"a aFollowed?a Gentry interrupted dryly. aMore like manipulated, meddled, and interfered.a Inured to semantics after so many years on the bench, Sir Ross shrugged. aIave done as I thought best. Bear in mind that in my dealings with you, Iave also had Sophiaas interests to consider. She is the only reason I kept you from the gallows. She believed there was potential for goodness in you. And though I didnat see it back then, I am willing to admit now that she was right. You are not the complete villain I thought you to be.a Gentry smiled coolly, aware that he was being d.a.m.ned with faint praise. aIn return, let me say that you are not completely the hypocritical cold fish I thought you to be.a aNick,a Sophia scolded, and laid her slender hand over Sir Rossas large one. aMy husband has never had a hypocritical thought in his life. And as for his being a cold fish, I can a.s.sure you most definitely that he is not. Furthermorea"a aSophia,a Sir Ross interrupted softly, ayou donat have to defend me, my love.a aWell, youarenot, a she insisted.
His hand turned palm up to grip hers, and for just a moment the pair stared at their interlaced fingers with a shared pleasure that seemed unspeakably intimate. Lottie felt a peculiar ache in her chest. What must it be like to love that way? The two of them seemed to take such enormous delight in each other.
aAll right,a Gentry said impatiently. aLetas get to the point, Cannon. I have no desire to spend my entire wedding day with you.a That elicited a grin from the former magistrate. aVery well, I will try to be succinct. Ever since you joined the Bow Street force, Sir Grant has kept me informed of your accomplishments; the detective operations, the work with the foot patrols, the pursuits that youave undertaken at the hazard of your life. But it wasnat until the Barthas house fire that I realized how much you have changed.a aI havenat changed,a Gentry said warily.
aYouave learned to value othersa lives as much as your own,a Sir Ross continued. aYouave met the challenge I presented to you three years ago, and youave contributed greatly to the public welfare. And now youave even taken a wife. Interestingly enough, she is the kind of young woman you might have married had circ.u.mstances not deprived you of your t.i.tle and position so long ago.a Gentryas eyes narrowed. aI never gave a d.a.m.n about the t.i.tle. And G.o.d knows I have no use for it now.a The older man toyed with his spoon, wearing an expression befitting a chess player in the middle of a long game. aThere is something youave never quite understood about your t.i.tle. Itas yours, whether you want it or not. A t.i.tle doesnat disappear merely because one chooses to ignore it.a aIt does if one chooses to become someone else.a aBut youare not someone else,a Sir Ross rejoined. aThe real Nick Gentry died fourteen years ago. You are Lord Sydney.a aNo one knows that.a aThat,a Sir Ross said calmly, ais about to change.a Gentry went very still as he absorbed the statement. aWhat the h.e.l.l does that mean?a aAfter a great deal of deliberation, I decided to begin the process of dignification on your behalf. Recently I explained the particulars of your situation to the offices of the Crown and the Lord Chancellor. Not only did I a.s.sure them that you are indeed the long-lost Lord Sydney, I also confirmed that you are financially equipped to manage the t.i.tle. In approximately a fortnight, the Clerk of the Crown will issue a Writ of Summons, calling you to the House of Lords. At which time I will introduce you publicly as Lord Sydney, at a ball that will be given in your honor.a Gentry shot up from the table, his chair falling back and clattering to the floor. aGo to h.e.l.l, Cannon!a Lottie started at the burst of hostility. Gentry reacted as if his very life were being threatened. However, the danger he faced was not the physical peril he was accustomed toait was intangible, insidiousathe one prison he could not escape. Lottie sensed the thoughts that writhed behind his set expression, the way his clever mind a.n.a.lyzed the sudden predicament and considered various ways to evade it.
aIall deny everything,a Gentry said.
Sir Ross made a temple of his hands, regarding him steadily. aIf you do, I will respond with depositions from myself, Sir Grant, your sister, and even your wife, testifying to the fact that you have privately confessed yourself to be Lord Sydney. Those, combined with circ.u.mstantial oddities such as missing burial records and inconsistent reports of your death, form what is known in English law as afecundatio ab extra a"a rare but not impossible occurrence.a Gentry looked as if he wanted to murder the former Bow Street magistrate. aIall pet.i.tion the House of Lords to be allowed to renounce the t.i.tle. G.o.d knows theyall be overjoyed to get rid of me.a aDonat be a fool. Do you really believe they would ever allow you to disclaim your t.i.tle? To their minds, such a renunciation would challenge the very inst.i.tution of the peerage. They would fear that the distinctions between the cla.s.sesa"no, the monarchy itselfa"would be threatened.a aYou donat believe in privilege based on birth,a Gentry shot back. aWhy force a d.a.m.ned t.i.tle on me?I donat want it. a aThis has nothing to do with my political beliefs. This is a matter of simple fact. You are Sydney, no matter what you call yourself. You are not going to be able to overturn seven hundred years of hereditary principle, nor will you be able to avoid your obligations as Lord Sydney any longer.a aObligations to what?a Gentry sneered. aTo an estate that has been held in abeyance for fourteen years?a aYou have a responsibility to the tenants who are trying to eke out a living on ramshackle government-managed lands. To the House of Lords, where your seat has gone vacant for two decades. To your sister, who is obligated to keep her relationship with her own brother a secret. To your wife, who will enjoy far more respect and social advantage as Lady Sydney than she ever would as Mrs. Gentry. To the memory of your parents. And to yourself. For half of your life youave been hiding behind a false name. It is time for you to acknowledge who you are.a Gentryas hands clenched. aThatas not for you to decide.a aIf I donat force the issue, youall spend the rest of your life avoiding it.a aThat is my right!a aPerhaps. But regardless, you will find it impossible to remain a runner. Sir Grant concurs with my opinion, and therefore he will no longer require your services at Bow Street.a A wash of color spread over Gentryas face. His throat worked violently as he realized that his days as a runner had just come to an end. aThen Iall spend my time taking private commissions.a aThat would be a novelty, wouldnat it?a Sir Ross asked sardonically. aThe crime-solving viscount.a aNick,a Sophia broke in softly, ayou know what Papa and Mama would have wanted.a He appeared bitter and miserable, and above all, outraged. aIave been Nick Gentry too long to change.a Sophia replied with great care, seeming to understand why he would consider it impossible. aIt will be difficult. No one would deny that. But you have Lottie to a.s.sist you.a Nick did not spare Lottie a glance but made a scornful sound.
aLottie, dear,a Sophia said with a gentle inflexibility that betrayed the strong will beneath her delicate facade. aHow many years did you attend Maidstoneas?a aSix,a Lottie said, casting a wary glance at her husbandas hard profile.
aIf Maidstoneas reputation holds true, those six years were filled with an education that included rigorous training in deportment, grace, the art of polite entertaining, the skills of household budgeting and management, the elements of style and good taste, the rituals of morning calls and after-dinner a.s.sembliesathe thousands of little points of etiquette that separate the first tier from the other layers of society. I suspect you could easily regulate a household of any size, no matter how large. No doubt you were also taught how to dance, ride, play a musical instrument, speak French and perhaps a smattering of Germanaam I mistaken?a aYou are correct,a Lottie said shortly, hating the sudden feeling that she was part of the trap that was closing around Gentry. He was being forced to become something he had no desire to be, and she understood his feelings all too well.
Nodding in satisfaction, Sophia turned to her glowering brother. aLottie is a great a.s.set to you. She will prove invaluable in helping you adjust to your new lifea"a aIam not going to adjust to a d.a.m.ned thing,a he growled and threw a commanding glance to Lottie. aCome, weare leaving. Now.a She rose automatically, and Sir Ross stood as well. Troubled, Lottie glanced at her brother-in-law. There was no glint of victory in his eyes. She did not believe that his motives had anything to do with vengeance or ill will. She was certain that Sir Rossa"and Sophiaa"thought it quite necessary that Gentry reclaim his former ident.i.ty. She longed to discuss the matter with them, but it was clear that Gentry was barely maintaining his self-control. Any other man would have been gratified to recover his t.i.tle, his lands, and family possessions. However, it was obvious that to Gentry this was a nightmare.