The Whisper
““Do you sleep under your desk with your golden retriever? I swear you’re here all the time.”
“Now there’s a thought. Get a dog’s view of the family business.” He grinned at her, clearly no longer the high school kid she’d known when she worked there. “All’s well this morning, Sophie?”
“I hope so.”
“Where’s your detective?”
“My detective, Jeremiah?”
“Sparks, Sophie. Sparks.”
“I think something weird happened in the Irish ruin where we met. I’m—I can’t explain it.”
“You’re crazy about him.”
She sighed. It seemed so soon. So fast. Maybe that was partly because everything else in her life was slow. She’d been in school forever. Her dissertation had taken forever to write. Even archaeology was by its nature painstaking, breakthroughs seldom happening fast or suddenly—certainly not as fast and suddenly as Scoop’s entrance into her life. He’d been on the Beara Peninsula for two weeks before they’d run into each other. She’d been in Kenmare most of that time.
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