“So, what happens on January first?” Kit asked. His own pint was only a quarter empty, and he held the tankard between his palms, the pewter warming to his touch. “I lay out the evidence of my illegitimacy before my solicitor and hope he can figure out how to make it so that I’m not the Duke of Clare. I haven’t any idea what that entails, but the important thing is that I’ve made a number of decisions that I don’t think can be easily undone.” “I don’t think Rob would want to.” “Fair. But let’s say the courts decide he isn’t my father’s legitimate son, and instead the title and estate go to
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