It had taken quite some doing, but Gina had finally tracked down the address. Earlier in the week, she’d waited for Coventry to depart for his club before descending on his lodgings, Augusta in tow, under the pretext of putting the finishing touches on his study. She grinned at the recollection of the much-changed room, more than pleased with the results of her first foray into decorating a bachelor’s home. And even better, there wasn’t a bottle of port or whisky to be found. Mr. and Mrs. Jennings were certainly accommodating—grateful as they were for the newly hired servants. The improvement in his household efficiencies could not be denied, she thought with satisfaction. Let him try. Though he’d issued instructions forbidding her from helping with the household accounts, he’d said nothing about organizing his papers. While filing them into appropriate folders, she’d found what she’d been looking for on a recent correspondence to one of his solicitors.
