The corner of his mouth tipped down, but he didn't allow a full frown. She was sort of implying that she might have said yes, had he asked, but this felt like a trap. If he did ask, she would turn him down.

"It's not exactly your type of holiday," he said, shifting his eyes back to the newspaper in his hands though his focus was still on her. "And I expected you'd be spending most of the week elbow deep in someone's bodily fluids."

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