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Robin and Strike sat at their shared desk, laptop between them, scrutinising the rather explicit video that Barclay had taken with a long lens of Two Times latest girlfriend.
“Is that even possible?” asked Strike, head craned at an awkward angle.
Robin made a thoughtful noise.
“Yeah, if you’re into yoga…” she said simply, “Plow pose…I couldn’t manage it for that long myself mind you.”
Strike pressed pause, ignoring the heat rising in his cheeks at the thought of Robin in the same position.
“Tea?” he asked, his voice slightly gruffer than usual.
“Thanks!” she smiled up at him, oblivious.