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He spots her as soon as they walk in. Tall, slim, ethereally pale; there is no mistaking Charlotte Campbell.
Tracy squeezes his hand. She’s spotted her too.
She hasn’t seen them enter, but Charlotte laughs like she knows he’s watching. Her dark hair moves like silk against her exposed back. He remembers placing damp kisses down her spine; gently blowing soft skin into goose-bumps.
‘Corm?’
His girlfriend’s face is pensive.
‘It’s not too late,’ she says, looking up at him. ‘Let’s go.’
Charlotte turns. Her eyes find his in an instant.
‘No,’ Strike says, holding the gold-flecked gaze. ‘Let’s stay.’