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Barclay watches Strike watching Robin as she leaves the office. She’s wearing a fitted navy dress with elegant high heels, the combination making the sway of her hips even more delectable than usual. Not that Barclay knows that Strike is allowed to think that these days.
“She’s the best I’ve ever had,” murmurs Strike.
“Too much information…” remarks Barclay laconically. He’s had his suspicions about their relationship for a while now, “And you might want to think about how you tell her that.”
“Shit…it sounded better in my head.”
“Aye, I’m not sure that’s what you’re thinking with,” Barclay laughs.