She wasn’t quite sure what to expect. She’d toyed with the idea of inviting him to stay at her flat for the duration of the job, but she didn’t want awkward questions from McGuire or Matt. She needn’t have worried. He declined the offer of a hotel, saying he was staying with Bosnian friends he hadn’t seen since he left Glasgow a couple of years ago. Decision made. Rosie’s paranoia kicked in. Had he gone cold after their encounter in Sarajevo, which, on reflection, probably shouldn’t have happened? Jesus! She was behaving like a teenager on a first date. She saw him through the window as she approached the bistro. He was sitting in an alcove, his arm resting on the cushioned wall seating, gazing into the middle distance. He looked cool and relaxed, but knowing Adrian, that was only half the story. He stood up when she opened the door and stepped inside. It was always hard to tell what was going on behind his flat, naturally gloomy expression, but his eyes softened and she knew it was as close to delighted as Adrian got.
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