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“Yes, to pay the board for her daughter.”
Surprising him once again, Miss Southerland looked at him with glowing respect, as though he’d transformed into something good and noble right before her eyes. “How very kind of you.”
Unnerved by the change in her, he rolled his shoulders. “It’s what I do.”
“I know.”
She really smiled at him then. It was nothing more than an attractive lifting of the corners of her mouth that revealed straight, white teeth, but the gesture carried a spectacular wallop.
Beau had thought her beautiful before, but now…
He had to cough to release the breath lodged in his throat.
He should start anew with this woman, here and now. He should find a way to earn back her trust, in degrees if not all at once. He should do a lot of things that involved words and a healthy dose of groveling on his part.
Instead, he repositioned his weight on the bench and released his own grin.
Her smile widened in response. And for the first time in years, a sense of utter peace settled over him.
Words, Beau decided, were highly overrated.
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