Dew glistened in the grass and it was early enough that wisps of fog, soft as cotton candy, hung over the lake. Mulligan and Lady ran circles around her, ready to go. “Shh.” Abby put a finger to her lips. The shades in the windows of Quinn’s cabin were still drawn. “Not everyone likes to get up this early on a Saturday morning, you know.” She hadn’t been able to talk Quinn into taking the weekend off but it didn’t mean he had to be up and working at the crack of dawn, either. The dogs streaked ahead and disappeared into the woods. Abby followed at a more leisurely pace, keeping an eye on the grid of roots poking from the ground beneath her feet as she recited the verse out loud. “‘I sought the Lord, and he answered me. He delivered me from all my fears. Those who look to him are radiant.’” Abby peeked at the slip of paper in her hand. “‘Their faces are never covered with shame…’” A branch snapped behind her. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Quinn closing the distance between them at an easy lope.
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