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Chapter 15-2
“He helps me sleep,” I say, shaking some of the rain out of my hair. “And he barks at the renovation workers when they try to come into the library. I like that.” Becket grins at that, giving the dog a scratch behind the ears. “So to what do I owe the pleasure of the visit then? If it’s not to return this wayward mutt?” I sit down on one of the pews and smile up at him. “I was out and about and I wanted to see you.” I can tell this last part pleases him, but he works to hide it. Instead, he teases, “Playing hooky, are we?” “Something like that,” I say. “Have you ever been to the Kernstow Farm?” He takes a seat in the pew in front of me, still scratching at Sir James’s ears as he thinks on it. “Maybe? It’s north of Thorncombe, right?” “Right.” He thinks for a moment later an
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