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The key turned and she took a deep breath then pushed the door

open. Her nose wrinkled as she stepped inside, aware of a stale,

musty smell in the hallway. It was dark and gloomy, and she fumbled

for the light switch, her mouth falling open in dismay as she saw the

shabby wallpaper and the worn stair carpet. She almost wished

she’d remained in the dark.

She walked to the end of the hall and pushed open the door she

knew led to the kitchen, automatically switching on the light.

Before she could even begin to register the condition of that room

she reeled back in alarm as a white missile launched itself at her and

she was subjected to a series of short but increasingly frantic yaps.

‘A dog!’ She groaned in frustration. As if horses weren’t enough

to deal with, now it seemed Joseph had also owned a dog. A bichon

frise if she wasn’t mistaken.

She crouched down and made soothing noises in an attempt to

calm it. The dog was practically dancing on its hind legs, and she

eventually scooped it up and stood, rocking it gently as she stroked

its head.

Despite herself she couldn’t help but acknowledge that it was a

cute little thing, and once it stopped yapping and surveyed her with

interest through dark eyes, her heart might just have melted a little.

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