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Gabriel guided her through the woods. “We’ll begin with a bath.”

“A bath?” For one humiliating moment, Felicity thought he meant her.

“I’m not letting that dog into the parsonage without a bath.”

Of course he was talking about Slinky, who, come to mention it, did stink. Gabriel led the way, and the dog trotted along beside her, eager to go wherever they led.