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Chapter 12-3
I would be pleased if you would join me for dinner at seven this evening in the library. Desmund. I stared at the note for a long moment. Desmund was inviting me to dinner? The same Desmund who had thrown a fit when I trespassed in his library less than two weeks ago? It amazed me how much he had changed in such a short time. The night we met, I thought he was the most unreasonable person ever, and now I looked forward to spending time with him. Music greeted me as I approached the library, and I recognized it from the Beethoven CD Desmund had sent me. Inside, there was no sign of him, but I found a small table set for two near the hearth and a side table holding several covered dishes that smelled amazing and made my stomach growl. “Sara, I am glad you could make it. I was not sure if
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