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CHAPTER NINETEEN Becca exited Ring Five with Hunter’s leash in one hand and a Best of Winners—the prize for a dog still working toward his championship—in the other. The sun beat down, but the beagle didn’t seem to mind. She, however, couldn’t wait to remove her suit jacket. Gertie stood outside the ring, her hands clasped together, and a bright smile on her face. Becca handed off the ribbon. “He needs one more major, and he’s a champion.” “So proud of both of you.” “Thanks.” The word sounded flat. Normally, a win would thrill Becca. She would bounce on her toes and tingle with excitement, but today she struggled to keep her feet moving and not retreat to the RV to nap. More caffeine might help. She’d lived off coffee lately. What she needed was something to get her out of this funk