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Chapter Three

Thor was snoozing on the porch when Lucy and Shiloh got home that afternoon. At the sound of the gate opening at the end of the short driveway, the mutt dashed across the lawn toward them, ears flopping, barking joyfully the whole way. He bounded into Shiloh’s lap and she let out a happy squeal as he began to sniff her face. Despite many sessions with a trainer since he’d wandered onto their property as a skinny puppy, about six years before, their dog repeated the same routine day after day, unable to contain his joy when he saw his girl. Lucy laughed and rubbed behind his ears. He tossed her a quick lick before turning back to his true love, and they all made their way into the small home where Lucy had been raised.

The house had been part of the deal when her dad agreed to run the observatory. When her mother had left, and after her father died, Lucy hadn’t been able to part with it. The little red brick home had grown shabby with age and it needed some work, but the fact that she didn’t have a mortgage made it possible for Lucy to stretch her salary further than it would otherwise. And even though, once her parents’ marriage had started to fall apart, many of her childhood years there had been less than pleasant, for some reason she couldn’t let go. The house wasn’t the reason her parents had fallen out of love, and it wasn’t the reason her mother had left the three of them so long ago.