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“Iwas swindled, was I? That’s rich. `Tis more than clear that yours is the fraudulent deed. It was executed after mine.”

Chadbourne scoffed. “Hardly.”

With a scowl, James stepped forward, intending to issue a final warning on his way out.

He stopped abruptly; Clara Chadbourne had stepped between the two men, her mouth open as if to speak.

It was too late. Her open palm now pressed against his chest.

Her eyes widened. He couldn’t move; her warmth flooded him. Her fingers dented almost experimentally into his flesh, the touch slight but perceptible.

Chadbourne snatched his sister’s hand away, then stepped between her and James, fury contorting his face.

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