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Chris sighed but lay his hand atop mine and turned his attention back to Greylock. “Well, I guess that settles it.”
Greylock leaned on his cane as he studied the pair of us with that gentle smile of his. Of all his smiles, that was my favorite. “You two make an admirable pair and, might I add, give credit to our pack.”
I snorted. “As long as the judging is in the afternoon. I’m just not a morning person.”
Greylock chuckled. “Mornings are rather difficult, aren’t they?” Some of his good humor faded as he looked back to the manor. “Unfortunately, this afternoon is less kind than others.”
Chris examined the area in which we stood. “Where were you headed when you came out here?”
Greylock used his cane to point at the woods at the far end of the lake. “There.”
I arched an ey
