To Ross's frustration, his efforts to persuade the Treasury to release funds to establish public offices and hire new magistrates for Middlesex, Westminster, Surrey, Hertfordshire, and Kent had so far come to naught. It seemed the government was unconvinced that such changes were justified, and that they would prefer to pay only one man to handle the great mass of responsibilities.
'It's my own fault,' Ross told Sophia grimly, sitting before the hearth in the bedroom with a glass of brandy in his hand. He drank the vintage without seeming to taste it. 'I set out to prove that I could singlehandedly do it all, and now the Lord of the Treasury believes it is necessary to hire only one man as my replacement. I'm convinced that Morgan is entirely willing to succeed me as Chief Magistrate, but not at the expense of his family and personal life.'
'No one but you could handle so much,' Sophia said, taking the empty glass from his hand. She sat on the arm of his chair and caressed his dark hair, her fingers trailing gently over the threads of silver at his temple. 'And even you were suffering under the weight of all that work, although you were too stubborn to admit it.'
He looked up at her and seemed to relax slightly. 'Until you appeared,' he murmured. 'Then I realized what was missing in my life.'
'Such as food and sleep?' she suggested, her eyes twinkling.
'Among other things.' His hand clasped her ankle and ventured beneath her skirts to her knee. 'And now nothing is going to keep me from you.'
Sophia continued to stroke his hair. 'It may take some time for you to implement so many changes,' she said. 'There is no need for urgency on my account. Although I want you all to myself, I will wait as long as it takes.'
Ross's gaze was warm as he stared up at her. 'Idon't want to wait.' Tracing circles over her knee, he grinned suddenly. 'It's ironic, isn't it? For years people have complained about my usurpation of power. But now that I want to leave Bow Street, no one wants me to go. The critics accuse me of abandoning my responsibilities, and the government ministers are offering me all manner of incentives to stay.'
'That's because there is only one Sir Ross Cannon, and everyone knows it.' Sophia drew her fingers lightly over the hard edge of his jaw. 'And you're mine,' she added in satisfaction.
'Yes.' He turned his mouth into her palm, his eyes closing. 'It has been a long, hellish day. I need something to help me forget about parliamentary funds and judicial reform.'
'More brandy?' Sophia asked sympathetically, rising from the chair.
That drew a sudden laugh from him. 'No, not brandy.' He stood and caught her waist, urging her closer. 'I had a different remedy in mind.'
Anticipation curled inside her, and she linked her arms around his neck. 'Whatever you wish,' she told him. 'As your wife, I want to be helpful.'
Ross chuckled at her prim tone and nudged her toward the bed. 'Oh, you will be quite helpful,' he assured her, following closely at her heels.
Because Sophia was the object of much curiosity, she and Ross were invited everywhere, by politicians and professionals and even some upper-tier aristocrats. However, they accepted only a handful of invitations, for Sophia found it difficult to adjust to the new life she had stepped into. Having worked for so many years as a servant, she could not seem to interact comfortably in elevated social circles, no matter how kind her new acquaintances were. She felt awkward and stiff at most gatherings, although Ross's mother assured her that she would feel more comfortable as time passed. She found it somewhat easier to mix with 'second-tier' sorts, such as Sir Grant and his wife, Victoria, and the crowd of professionals who were not nearly as rarefied as those in the first circles. These people were far less pretentious, and far more aware of ordinary matters like the cost of bread and the concerns of the poor.
Ross helped a great deal to ease her worries. He never belittled her fears or lost his patience with her. If Sophia wished to speak with him, he would interrupt whatever he was doing, no matter how important. On the evenings when they attended a soiree or went to the theater, Ross treated her with such attentiveness that other wives were moved to remark sourly that their own husbands should be half so solicitous oftheir comfort. It was the subject of much conversation, how greatly changed the Chief Magistrate was, and how such a serious-minded gentleman could have transformed into an obviously adoring husband. Sophia thought that the reason behind Ross's devotion was quite simple: having been alone for so long, he had a hard-won appreciation for the pleasures of marriage. He did not take his happiness for granted. And perhaps in some corner of his heart he feared that it all might be taken away in the blink of an eye, just as it had with Eleanor.
Frequently Ross would take Sophia for weekend visits to Silverhill Park where they attended water parties, went on picnics, or simply walked through the countryside to enjoy the fresh air and lush green views. Catherine Cannon loved to entertain, and in the summer months the mansion was constantly filled with friends and relatives. Sophia enjoyed these visits, forming a close relationship with her mother-in-law and even with Iona, her sister-in- law. Now that they had spent some time becoming familiar, Iona had thawed out considerably, although there was an ever-present sadness in her pale blue eyes. It was obvious that her melancholy stemmed from her marriage to Matthew. She even went so far as to confide to Sophia that Matthew had seemed an entirely different man before their wedding.
'He was quite charming,' Iona said, her bitter expression somehow jarring on such an angelic countenance. She and Sophia sat on chairs that had been placed in front of a stone boundary wall covered with spilling roses that bloomed fiercely in the heat of high summer. In front of them, a small knot garden and an ivy-covered arch led to wide expanses of green lawn.
As Iona gazed absently into the distance, the sunlight brushed over her exquisite profile and turned her hair into a swirl of sparkling gold. 'Of all the men who courted me, Matthew was the most impressive. I adored his wicked humor and, of course, his looks. He was so very charming.' A humorless smile twisted her perfect lips. She paused to take a long drink of lemonade, and its sour taste seemed to linger in her mouth as she continued. 'Unfortunately, I discovered later that certain men are only interested in the chase. Once the object of their desire is attained, they become indifferent.'
'Yes,' Sophia said, thinking of Anthony. 'I have encountered that kind of man.'
Iona's smile was resigned. 'Of course, I am hardly the only woman who has been disappointed in love. I have a comfortable and pleasant life. And Matthew is not a bad man, only a self-centered one. Perhaps if I could lure him to my bed often enough, I could have a child. That would be a great consolation to me.'
'I hope you will,' Sophia said sincerely. 'And perhaps Matthew will improve. Sir Ross says that he is doing quite well with his new responsibilities.' In the past few weeks, Ross had forced his younger brother to have regular meetings with the estate agent, to learn about accounting, management, farming, taxes, and all the minutiae involved in running the Silverhill estate. Although Matthew had protested long and loud, he had had little choice but to comply with Ross's dictates.
Iona used a long, perfectly filed fingernail to retrieve a fleck of dust that had settled inside the rim of her glass. 'I suppose if you could cause Sir Ross to change so completely, there is a chance for my husband.'
'Oh, I haven't changed him,' Sophia protested.
'You most certainly have! I never thought to see Sir Ross so besotted. Before he married you, one could barely get two words out of him. Now he seems a different man altogether. It is strange--until lately, I've always been a bit frightened of him. He has a way of looking right through one. I am certain that you know what I mean.'
'Yes, I do,' Sophia said with a wry smile.
'And his remarkable reserve...Sir Ross never lowers his guard for anyone but you.' Iona sighed and tucked a stray wisp of glinting hair behind her ear. 'I used to think that between the two brothers, I'd gotten the better bargain. Even with Matthew's faults, at least he was warm and human, whereas Sir Ross seemed so utterly passionless. Now it has become apparent that your husband is not the cold automaton we all thought him to be.'
Sophia colored as she replied, 'No, he is definitely not.'
'I envy you for being loved by a man who does not stray from your bed.'
They sat in companionable silence for a while, each lost in her own thoughts. A bee droned lazily amid the roses, and the servants' bell clanged faintly from inside the mansion. Sophia was amazed as she reflected on how she herself had changed in such a short time. Not long ago, she had thought that what she wanted most in the world was to marry Anthony. But if she had married him, or a man similar to him, she would be exactly like Iona-- bitter and betrayed, with little expectation that the future would be any better. Thank God, she thought
