Sophie blushed even more. She abruptly transferred her gaze to the horses, thus missing Jacks smile.
Now, the first thing to remember
To Sophies surprise, despite the distraction of his nearness, she quickly mastered the reins, keeping the thoroughbreds well up to their bits. Even more amazingly, he kept strictly to his role of tutor; doubtless, she rationalized, he was sufficiently concerned over the welfare of his horses-and their sensitive mouths-to keep his mind on their safety. Whatever, her suspicions proved unfounded; caution evaporating, she quickly dropped her guard, absorbed in practising the skills he imparted.
Webb Park appeared far too soon.
Exhilarated, Sophie tooled the curricle up the drive, slowing to effect a sedate halt in the gravel forecourt. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks pink as she turned to her companion and, with real reluctance, handed back the reins.
A most commendable first outing, my dear. Jack met her shy smile with a smile of his own, his eyes searching hers.
A groom came running to hold the horses. Recalled to his surroundings, Jack tied off the reins and leapt down.
Amy scrambled from her perch on the other side and went to natter to the groom.
Sophie slid to the side of the carriage. She made no demur when Jack reached for her and lifted her down. Her feet touched solid earth; she glanced up, and was overcome by flustered shyness. Sternly subduing the sensation, she accepted her empty basket and held out one gloved hand. Thank you, Mr. Lester. You have indeed proved yourself a knight errant this day. Not only must I thank you for your timely rescue, but also for your excellent tuition.
Smiling down at her, Jack took her hand. On the contrary, Miss Winterton, the gain was mine. Ive rarely had the pleasure of an outing with a lady of such manifold talents.
Squelching the inner glow that rose in response to that compliment, Sophie shot him a sceptical glance. Indeed, sir, I fear Im no different from many another.
Jacks slow smile softened his features. Now, there you are wrong, my dear. He trapped her gaze with his. You are quite unique. Sophies eyes widened; he felt her quiver.
Letting his lids veil his eyes, Jack lifted her hand, studying the slender palm, the long, slim fingers. Then his lids rose, his dark gaze again holding hers. Smoothly, he raised her hand and placed a kiss on her inner wrist, exposed above the edge of her glove. You take the shine out of all the London belles, my dear.
Sophies skin burned where his lips had touched. Her breathing suspended; light-headedness threatened. It took all the experience she possessed to summon an unaffected smile. Why, thank you, sir. Will you come in and meet my aunt? I know shell want to thank you for your help.
He accepted the dismissal without a blink, although the expression in his eyes was amused. No, I thank you. I know your aunt will be busy; I will not press my presence on her at this time.
Holding hard to her composure, Sophie inclined her head. Then Ill bid you a very good day, Mr. Lester.
He smiled then, his slow, teasing smile. Au revoir, Miss Winterton.
Sophie turned and climbed the steps. On the threshold, she paused and looked back. He had climbed to the curricles seat; as she watched, he flicked the reins. With a last wave, he was away, the carriage sweeping down the drive.
She watched until his dark head was no longer in sight. Then, lowering the hand she had automatically raised in farewell, Sophie frowned and turned indoors. She eventually located Amy in the kitchens, munching on a fresh-baked bun.
Come, Amy. You should change.
Bustling the exuberant child, full of prattle, up the back stairs, Sophie was jolted from her thoughts by her cousins bright voice, raised in innocent query.
Is Mr. Lester courting you, Sophie?
The breath caught in Sophies throat. For an instant, she felt as if the world had lurched. She coughed. Good heavens, Amy! The dimness of the stairs hid her furious blush. Of course not-he was just funning. She sought for more words-more convincing words-to deny the possibility; none were forthcoming. In desperation, she flapped her hands at Amy. Come on now, up you go.
As she followed the little girl up the stairs, Sophie frowned. From the mouth of an innocent babe?
CHAPTER FOUR
NOT CONTENT with her efforts thus far, Fate seemed intent on assisting him at every turn.
As he sat his black hunter in the shadows of a wind-break and watched the small cavalcade come thundering up Ashes Hill, Jack couldnt keep the smile from his face.
Jigson, ever mindful of his place in the scheme of things, had been assiduous in his visits to the tap. Thus Jack had learned that the junior Webbs, accompanied by Miss Winterton and Miss Webb, were to be found on horseback most afternoons. Weather permitting, they would hack about the lanes and fields, but, according to one of the Webb grooms, the track over Ashes Hill was currently their favoured route.
As he watched them canter up onto the green swath before him, Jacks smile broadened. His golden head was a delight in moss-green velvet, the long skirts of her habit brushing tan boots. On her guinea-gold curls perched a typically feminine contraption; he knew shed call it a hat, but to his mind the wisp of fabric anchoring a pheasants feather hardly qualified for the title. Turning, he lifted a brow at Percy mounted on a bay gelding beside him. Shall we?
Percy started; his abstracted gaze, very likely visualizing the rival merits of herringbone and country plaid, rapidly refocused. What? Oh, yes. Bout time.
Jack smiled and led the way forward, out of the shadows of the firs.
Pulling up on the crest of the hill, then wheeling her horse to view her cousins, straggling up in her wake, Sophie did not immediately see him. Clarissa, who had reached the spot some moments ahead of her, had likewise turned to view the vista spread below them. Stone walls and still-dormant hedges divided the brown fields, their colour just tinged with the first hint of green. Jeremy and George, fourteen and twelve respectively, were but yards from the top; Amy, bouncing along on her placid cob, brought up the rear. The twins, yet to graduate from plodding ponies, were not included in these afternoon expeditions.
Reassured that all was well, Sophie relaxed her reins. Eyes bright, cheeks aglow, she drew in a deep breath, savouring the crisp freshness.
Well met, Miss Winterton!
The hail brought her head round; the deep voice sent the colour to her cheeks even before her eyes found him. He was mounted on a raking black hunter, sleek and powerful. As the animal walked towards her, neck proudly arched, black withers rippling, Sophie was struck by its harnessed power. Then her eyes lifted to its owner.
Broad shoulders encased in a hacking jacket of soft tweed, his powerful thighs, clad in buckskin breeches, effortlessly controlling the horse, he appeared the very epitome of a wealthy country gentleman. His face, features stamped with that coolly arrogant cast which identified his antecedents more definitively than his name. His eyes were very blue, dark, his gaze intent.
There was power there, too. As he brought his horse alongside hers, Sophie felt it reach for her.
Good afternoon, Mr. Lester. She forced herself to extend a gloved hand, disconcerted by the warmth that caressed her cheeks and the breathlessness that had assailed her.
He took her hand and bowed over it, a difficult feat he performed with rare grace. His eyes quizzed her. We saw you riding up and wondered if we might join you?
What a splendid idea! From beside Sophie, Clarissa beamed ingenuously.
Feeling slightly helpless, Sophie could not resist the subtle laughter lurking in the blue eyes holding hers. Very much on her dignity, she retrieved her hand and indicated the track leading on over the hill. If it pleases you, sir.
The smile she received in reply warmed her through and through.
Jack gestured to Percy, hanging back on his other side. If youll permit me to introduce Lord Percy Almsworthy?
Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Winterton.
Prepared to be wary, Sophie saw at a glance that Lord Percy was sprung from a mould quite different from his companion. Reassured, she smiled and held out a hand.
As he leant from the saddle to shake it, she thought she detected a look of keen appraisal in Lord Percys mild gaze. Mfathers Carlisle, he said, giving her a peg on which to hang his hat.
Sophie dutifully introduced her cousins, in strict order of precedence. Jeremy and George barely waited for Amys shy Hello, before pouncing.
What a bang-up set of blood and bones, sir!
Splendid hocks!
What stable does he hail from?
Is he a Thoroughbred?
Jack laughed. My brother bred him out of Jack Whistle.
The winner of the Derby? Jeremys expression mirrored his awestruck tone.
Jacks eyes touched Sophies. The very same.
Is your brother staying with you? Gerald asked breathlessly.
Jack couldnt help his smile. He was, but hes gone on to Belvoir.
Oh. Both boys appeared crestfallen that they had missed the opportunity to badger a breeder who could turn out such a horse as the black.
Never mind, Jack said. His eyes again met Sophies. Ill mention to him that youre interested in speaking with him, its perfectly possible you may meet in him in Hyde Park.
On Rotten Row? Georges eyes were round.
When Jack nodded, Jeremy put their seal of approval firmly on the plan. He breathed out in a great sigh, his face alight. Capital!
Then, with the rapid change of direction that characterised the young, Jeremy turned to George. Race you to the oak. They were off on the words, thundering down the slope towards the distant tree.
As by unvoiced consent they set their horses ambling after the two boys, Sophie glanced up at Jack. Youll have to excuse them-theyre rather single-minded when it comes to horses.
Jack slanted her a smile. Harry and I were the same.
Sophie let her glance slide away. She could hear Clarissa and Lord Percy conversing; they were only a step or so behind. It was true they had no real chaperon, yet she could not imagine there was any impropriety in the situation; the presence of the children lent a certain innocence to the gathering.
Jack had only just registered the absence of a groom. He suppressed an instinctive frown. Tell me, Miss Winterton, do you commonly ride unescorted?
Glancing up, Sophie caught the frown in his eyes. Her brows rose. All my cousins are expert riders; theres little chance of calamity in a gentle ride about the lanes.