Lady Sophia's Lover (Bow Street Runners #2)(20)

As the two men talked, there was a light knock at the door.

“Come in,” Ross said curtly.

Sophia entered the room with a jug of steaming coffee. Ross tried to quell an instant surge of pleasure at the sight of her. Her slender figure was clad in a gray dress with a long-sleeved pelisse buttoned neatly over the bodice. The dark blue color of the pelisse made her eyes glow like sapphires. Her shining golden hair was mostly concealed by her bonnet—he wanted to pull the offending thing off at once.

After he had kissed her the night before last, Ross and Sophia had tacitly agreed to avoid each other. For one thing, Ross had needed to keep his focus on the necessary work of questioning Gentry. For another, it was obvious that Sophia had been unnerved by the episode. She had not been able to meet his gaze ever since, and he had seen the way her hands trembled when she served him breakfast the following morning.

Yet she had not seemed to dislike kissing him. Rather the opposite, in fact. She had responded to him with a sweetness that had been most… pleasing. Arousing. Ross had been surprised at first by how tentative and unschooled she had seemed. Perhaps her lover had not liked kissing, or had not been proficient at it, for there was much that Sophia had not been taught. All the same, she was the most desirable woman he had ever known.

“Good morning,” Sophia said, her wary gaze going first to Morgan, then settling on Ross. She filled the empty mug on his desk. “I thought you might enjoy some freshly brewed coffee before I go out.”

“Where are you going?” Ross asked, disgruntled at the realization that it was her day off.

“I am going to market, as Eliza is not able. She tripped on the stairs this morning and injured her knee. I believe it will heal quickly, but in the meantime, she must not exert herself.”

“Who is going to market with you?”

“No one, sir.”

“Not Lucie?”

“She has gone to visit her family in the country,” Sophia reminded him. “She left yesterday morning.”

Ross was entirely familiar with the Covent Garden market and the assortment of pickpockets, thieves, loose-living theater folk, and randy bucks who mingled in the arcaded square. It was not safe for a woman like Sophia to go there alone, especially when she was still so new to the city. She could be approached, raped, or robbed so damned easily that it made his heart skip a beat to think of it.

“You are not going by yourself,” he informed Sophia curtly. “Every randy lout and rake in the vicinity will come to bother you.”

“Eliza often goes by herself, and never has any problem.”

“As I cannot reply without making an unflattering remark about Eliza, I will hold my silence on that point. However, you are not going to Covent Garden alone. You will take one of the runners with you.”

“They’re all gone,” Morgan interceded, glancing from Sophia to Ross with an alert look in his eyes.

“All of them?” Ross asked in flaring annoyance.

“Yes. You assigned Flagstad to the Bank of England—it’s time for quarterly dividends—and Ruthven is investigating a burglary, and Gee is—”

“What about Ernest?”

Morgan spread his hands in a gesture of futility. “Ernest is delivering the latest edition of the Hue and Cry to the printer.”

Ross returned his attention to Sophia. “You will wait until Ernest returns, and he will accompany you to market.”

“That won’t be until midmorning,” she said indignantly. “I can’t wait that long—all the best goods will be gone by then. In fact, the stalls are being picked over right now.”

“That is a pity,” Ross said without a shred of remorse. “Because you are not going alone. That is my final word on the subject.”

Sophia leaned over his desk. For the first time in two days, she met his gaze directly. Ross was conscious of a deep delight curling through him as he saw the sparks of challenge in her blue eyes. “Sir Ross, when we first met, I wondered if you had any flaws. Now I have discovered that you do.”

“Oh?” He arched one brow. “What are my flaws?”

“You are overbearing, and you are unreasonably stubborn.”

Morgan interrupted with a snicker. “It has taken you a full month of working here to reach that conclusion, Miss Sydney?”

“I am not overbearing,” Ross countered evenly. “I merely happen to know what is best for everyone.”

Sophia laughed and considered him thoughtfully in the silence that followed. Ross waited for her next move, fascinated by the little pucker that appeared between her fine brows. Then her forehead cleared as she appeared to reach a satisfying conclusion. “Very well, Sir Ross, I will not go to market alone. I will take the only available escort—which appears to be you. You may meet me at the front door in ten minutes.”

Robbed of any reply, Ross watched as Sophia left the office. He was being managed, he thought with a twinge of annoyance, and damned adroitly, too. On the other hand, it had been a long time since any woman had tried to manage him, much less had succeeded, and for some reason he was enjoying it immensely.

As the door closed smartly behind Sophia, Morgan turned to look at Ross. His shrewd eyes were filled with speculation.

“Why are you staring like that?” Ross muttered.

“I’ve never seen you bicker like that before.”