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“Happy birthday, this isn't your real present,
you'll get that later. (Not flowers)
Love Strike x”
― Troubled Blood
you'll get that later. (Not flowers)
Love Strike x”
― Troubled Blood
“Thanks for the balloon donkey. Perfect timing. My old one's nearly deflated.
She received an answer sixty seconds later.
Great. I was worried it was so obvious, everybody would've got you one. See you at 5.
Light-hearted now, Robin drank tea, ate her toast and returned downstairs to open her family's presents.”
― Troubled Blood
She received an answer sixty seconds later.
Great. I was worried it was so obvious, everybody would've got you one. See you at 5.
Light-hearted now, Robin drank tea, ate her toast and returned downstairs to open her family's presents.”
― Troubled Blood
“The roses, which were for Joan, were also for him: they said, you won't be alone, you have something you've built, and all right, it might not be a family, but there are still people who care about you waiting in London. Strike told himself 'people,' because there were five names on the card, but he turned away thinking only of Robin.”
― Troubled Blood
― Troubled Blood
“. . . you know who Polworth is?"
"Your best mate," said Robin.
"He's my oldest mate," Strike corrected her. "My best mate . . . "
For a split second he wondered whether he was going to say it, but the whisky had lifted the guard he usually kept upon himself: why not say it, why not let go?
" . . . is you."
Robin was so amazed, she couldn't speak. Never, in four years, had Strike come close to telling her what she was to him. Fondness had had to be deduced from offhand comments, small kindnesses, awkward silences or gestures forced from him under stress. She'd only once before felt as she did now, and the unexpected gift that had engendered the feeling had been a sapphire and diamond ring, which she'd left behind when she walked out on the man who'd given it to her.
She wanted to make some kind of return, but for a moment or two, her throat felt too constricted.
"I . . . well, the feeling's mutual," she said, trying not to sound too happy.”
― Troubled Blood
"Your best mate," said Robin.
"He's my oldest mate," Strike corrected her. "My best mate . . . "
For a split second he wondered whether he was going to say it, but the whisky had lifted the guard he usually kept upon himself: why not say it, why not let go?
" . . . is you."
Robin was so amazed, she couldn't speak. Never, in four years, had Strike come close to telling her what she was to him. Fondness had had to be deduced from offhand comments, small kindnesses, awkward silences or gestures forced from him under stress. She'd only once before felt as she did now, and the unexpected gift that had engendered the feeling had been a sapphire and diamond ring, which she'd left behind when she walked out on the man who'd given it to her.
She wanted to make some kind of return, but for a moment or two, her throat felt too constricted.
"I . . . well, the feeling's mutual," she said, trying not to sound too happy.”
― Troubled Blood
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