“What? Oh no, my family has relatives who are, but not me.” She laughed sweetly, and the sound filled his heart with a strange, delightful warmth.
Joanna walked closer to him, her lovely features a mask of puzzlement. “You didn’t answer me. Who are you?”
Brock struggled to think of an excuse.
“I…” His mind blanked, and so he went with a truth that might at least aid him in his quest. “Is Lady Melbourne here?”
“Why yes, she’s—wait a moment. Are you one of her brothers? Did you come down for the wedding?”
Wedding? That gave him an idea.
“Aye. I received a letter from my sister and came down to attend the wedding. I only just arrived and didn’t wish to disturb the household.” He widened his stance slightly, expecting her to try to get by him.
“Oh dear, you must be tired after such a lo
