Officer Temple walked into Dove's Pub.
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"Come and have a beer, Officer Temple."
He turned to the bar, smiling.
"Lindsay, right?"
Lindsay smiled back at him.
"Dave, right?"
Officer Temple sat on a barstool, at the end of the bar.
"Yea. I'll have a Stella, if you have one."
"Of course."
Lindsay opened the beer and passed it to the Officer.
"Never used to carry dis beer, until Bill come along. He has upgraded our tastes 'ere."
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"Thank you."
Officer Temple looked around the Pub.
"She will be on in a 'alf hour or so."
"Ah, who?"
"Yolanda."
Officer Temple shrugged and sipped on his beer.
Lindsay laughed, putting her hand on his.
"Look, Dave. You have to relax. Dis is not some big city. Dis is da Bay and 'ere you is one of us. No one will be judging you 'ere."
He took a deep breath.
"I am trying. I am used to being invisible, when I am out of uniform."
Lindsay laughed.
"Well, youse will never be invisible 'ere. So, youse might as well accept that fact.
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Tuckamore Bay
General FictionMatty Dove had 18 months to try and find a buyer for her late grandmother's lighthouse. A buyer who, she hoped, would not only buy the lighthouse, but love the village so much that they would invest time and money into saving the community. In 18 mo...
