Part 12:
link “So, Ox starts training on Monday with Scotland Yard,” Arthur informs her. They are having lunch at a café, eating outside, enjoying a pleasant Saturday now that the heat has finally broken.
“Yes, I know. He told me,” Gwen smiles at him, poking a cucumber from her saladi with her fork.
“He did?”
“Yes, Wednesday. He bombarded me outside again when I was coming to meet you. Picked me up and gave me a huge hug that nearly cracked my ribs, he was so excited,” she laughs.
Arthur...
