“If you think I’m giving you a treat for that stunt, you’re absolutely wrong.” She reached in her pocket and pulled out a small biscuit. “I’m giving you this treat because you came back.”
“Talking to your dog, are you?” The voice came from behind her, and she recognized who it belonged to immediately—they’d spent a very long day in the courtroom selecting the jury. She swirled around to face her accuser. “I thought you saved all your words for the courtroom.”
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