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Chapter Twenty Three - Come with Me
“Come with me.” Willow blinked in surprise. “Pardon?” They were sitting at the dining table taking their noon meal. She had already spent the morning moving her scant belongings into the new suite of rooms the duke had assigned her. It had not escaped her notice that her rooms were just down the hall from the duke’s own bedchambers. The duke acted like it was completely coincidental. He said the rooms were selected because they were the warmest and most secure in the Keep. Thick tapestries covered the walls, blocking any drafts, and there were Persian rugs covering the cold stone floor. The main room had two great fireplaces, and a massive four-poster bed sat in the center between them. Foot men had carried in the baby’s cradle and the rocking chair, and arranged them to her spe
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