The Master's Child
She mumbles something snoozy then, rolling over into James' embrace, falls instantly asleep again.
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Downstairs, Cara tucked under one arm, I open the back door and a sweep of bitter air swooshes past my bare ankles. I step back from the splatter of water; rain driving down, hard enough to splash. Even from the shelter of the porch, the spray leaves me damp.
Scruffy darts forward then, on the threshold, jolts to a standstill, staring out at the rain which beats down, as they say, like cats and dogs. Turning black-button eyes on me, he whimpers disbelief.
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