“You are aware that Miss Luna is not from Spain, yes?” he ventured. “You’re not?” he said, jerking his chin back. She hiccuped a laugh. “I’m from Mexico, my lord.” “But that’s the same thing, isn’t it?” Gideon had no notion of what to say as he watched the light in Miss Luna’s eyes snuff out like a candle. How could this fool believe Mexico was the same as Spain?
