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Cold hearted rake by lisa kleypas6/22/2023 Although Devon had become ennobled shortly after his cousin’s death three months ago, he had waited as long as possible before facing the mountain of problems he now confronted. This was the first time either of them had ever set foot in Eversby Priory, the ancestral family domain built over the remains of a monastic residence and church. “No one could reasonably expect me to live here. “God willing.” Devon glanced at a bloom of mold in the corner with disgust. If so, you could sell everything and be done with it.” “You may be able to break the entailment, depending on how it was settled. Forgive my lack of enthusiasm for land and properties that I’ll never own and can’t sell.” “How can you complain when you’ve just inherited an earldom that confers an estate in Hampshire, lands in Norfolk, a house in London -” West sent him a glance of exasperated amusement. “If Theo hadn’t already broken his damned neck, I’d like to go and break it for him.” “Obviously the horse found him as insufferable as I did.” Devon paced around the receiving room in restless, abbreviated strides. “Theo didn’t fall, precisely,” his younger brother, Weston, replied. “The devil knows why my life should be ruined,” Devon Ravenel said grimly, “all because a cousin I never liked fell from a horse.”
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