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He hadn’t believed her.
Although she might have forgotten many of the manners of day to day court life, she would never forget how fine a weapon a look of scorn could be. It was clear to her now that Gavin Kerr regarded her revelation to him as daft. And it was crystal clear as well that he held the same opinion of her.
Indeed, she thought, she must be daft, because she was clearly smitten by the man. There was no denying it now, not after what had happened last night. Not after the way he’d kissed her, caressed her in his chamber. Not after the way she had felt in his embrace. Joanna knew now that Gavin Kerr had held the same fascination for her as her portrait had for him. And she had to admit—albeit reluctantly—that feelings for him had stirred long before she’d come face to face
