Chapter Two
November 1st, 1808
London
Icarus Reid arrived at the Grosvenor Gate ten minutes before the hour, riding a hired hack. Miss Trentham arrived three minutes later. Her mount was definitely not hired, a dapple-gray mare with an excellent gait.
Behind her, on horseback, was a hulking man in livery. Groom, or guard? Both, Icarus decided.
He watched Miss Trentham approach, and reviewed what Colonel Winton had told him about her. Intelligent. Reserved. Not a lady to indulge in flirtations. Enormously wealthy, but not extravagant. Not tight-fisted, either; her dead mother had established a lying-in hospital for poor women, and foundling homes and a charity school, and Miss Trentham spent a small fortune supporting these enterprises.
Miss Trentham halted. “Good afternoon, Major Rei
