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Dying To Tell
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Keri Beevis9,960 ratings, 4.16 average rating, 583 reviews
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“The man was so quick to appear welcoming and friendly to Jack and Lila’s faces, but was this who he really was? Did he beat his wife or was it solely psychological abuse?”
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― Dying to Tell
“As he unlocked the door, Cooper was already out of his bed, his tail wagging, as he headed over to greet her.”
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“She turned to call the dog, saw he had made his way down to the creek and was swimming between the boats. ‘Cooper!’ She hissed his name quietly, not wanting to disrupt the silence of the morning. When he ignored her, she tottered down to the water’s edge. ‘Cooper! Come here now!’ She could hardly go wading in after him with her crutches and was debating what to do when a female voice came from behind her. ‘Cooper!’ Lila turned to see a woman standing on the muddy bank. Although casually dressed, her blonde haircut looked expensive, as did the emerald-coloured silk scarf that was looped around her neck. The woman whistled loudly and the dog’s head shot up. ‘Cooper! Come here now.’ He seemed to recognise her, paddling furiously towards the shore.”
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“Cooper’s in the car and he’s going to be devastated if you don’t come back with us; he’s already bonded with you, is used to having you around.’ ‘You’re trying to blackmail me with a dog?”
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― Dying To Tell
“He heard his mother call through from the kitchen as he opened the front door. ‘Jack, is that you?’ ‘Yep, and I’ve brought company.’ Delicious smells wafted down the hallway as he went to find her, Cooper scrambling ahead, his nose already excited by the scent.”
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“Jack was obviously back from his walk with Cooper as the dog padded over as soon as she entered the kitchen. Jack though wasn’t around, so must be staying out of her way. She reached in the cupboard for a tumbler, filled it with water and downed the glass before rinsing it under the tap. Cooper tried to follow as she headed back towards the stairs, whimpering in protest when she told him no. Although he slunk back into the kitchen, Lila suspected he was planning on sneaking upstairs when he thought the coast was clear.”
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“The dog glanced back as if to ask why she wasn’t coming, Jack didn’t, and then they were both gone.”
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“woofed, as if to say, ‘So are you coming?’, and grabbing her crutches, she reluctantly followed.”
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“Jack didn’t answer her, had already strode towards the front door, Cooper charging after him. The dog glanced back at Lila and”
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“Hey, don’t blame Cooper. Dogs are supposed to be a good judge of character. If Cooper doesn’t like Giles’s shoes then maybe you should be questioning why.’ Alyssa turned her attention to her brother, her frown deepening as she stepped back inside in the cottage and slammed the door in his face. He glanced at the dog. ‘So, that went well.’ Cooper grinned up at him, barked again.”
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“She would order takeaway as soon as she was home, indulge in a bubble bath with a glass of wine while she waited for the delivery. Pyjamas, cuddles with Clyde, maybe check out the new horror film she had seen advertised on Netflix, and she would feel much better.”
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“Saturday evening loomed ahead of Lila and she had no plans, no company. Usually it wouldn’t bother her. Lila enjoyed her own company, liked having her independence. It was the frustration of having the cast on her leg, hindering everything. Typically on a Saturday evening with no plans, she would get in the car, head out on an adventure with her camera, but of course she couldn’t drive, so was effectively tied to the flat. Netflix, takeaway, and a couple of glasses of wine, she decided, with Clyde for company, assuming he wasn’t upstairs with Primrose or planning on hitting the tiles. The thought that her landlady’s cat currently had a better social life than her brought a smile to Lila’s face, briefly lightening her mood.”
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