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“So... do you have any plans for New Year’s Eve?”
Robin looks up from her desk. Strike hovers with an air of forced nonchalance, mug in hand.
“No, I assumed I’d be in Masham.”
He dunks his biscuit.
“Well, you know. Nick and Ilsa would invite you if they knew you were around.”
“True. I might text Ilsa.”
“Or you could just come anyway. With me.”
Robin casts him a glance. He’s concentrating hard on the biscuit.
“With you?”
“Yeah. With me.” He risks a glance at her, his cheeks slightly pink. “Why not?”
Robin ducks her head, smiling. “Okay.”