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One Winter with a Baron (The Heart of a Duke, #12) One Winter with a Baron by Christi Caldwell
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“It did not escape my notice that you did not deny your love. You merely spoke of not having enough to offer her. I expect if you think about it, you’ll find that the only thing that matters is love. And if you do not come to that realization?” The viscount gave a wry grin. “Then you were never deserving of her, anyway.” Sybil’s father touched the brim of his hat.”
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“Not at all. Those seven days were the best seven days I’d ever slept, because I knew my Sybil had too much of a head to ever give her heart over to a scoundrel who’d not appreciate her.” Her father chuckled. “I didn’t care if she married a servant, sailor, or lord. I cared that she found someone who loved her and appreciated her as she deserved.”
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“It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I was conducting research, determining whether I’d be truly content as a spinster.”
“You wouldn’t be,” her father correctly surmised.”
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“You still have not learned what it took me nine and twenty years to realize. A person is incapable of doing everything for oneself. If that weren’t the case, I would have never invaded your home and sought your help.”
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“He beamed, his gaunt cheeks going red. “Splendid.” Papa stood. “But let me at least tell your mother that you put up a good deal more resistance than you did.”
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“After all, Sybil was at all times practical, logical, and, above all else, not given to the dramatics. But that had been before. Before Nolan had shown her the wonder of a winter picnic with nothing more than Gunter’s ices for their treats.”
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“There was never not a question on this one’s lips. He grinned. There would be time enough to wonder or worry after the ease with which she enchanted him. Nolan started. Enchanted? By God, where had that come from? He was a rake. Not a lad just out of university staring with dazed eyes at an enticing miss.”
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