A Lady's Formula for Love (The Secret Scientists of London) Page 4
Earlier today, she’d stopped in the kitchen and almost missed him sitting in a corner, chatting quietly to two of the footmen. Wearing black trousers and a dull grey coat, he resembled any other household servant. Shoulders stooped, weary feet propped on the bottom rung of another chair, he blended in with his surrounds, transformed from the vigilant and capable man she met the other night.