“Well then, Detective,” Ava murmured, a hint of challenge in her smile, “let’s see what you’re really here for.”“Sure,” Alex said, tilting his glass ever so slightly toward her, “but first, a toast.”Ava arched a brow, amused. “A toast, huh? You came all this way just to make toasts now?”Alex smirked. “You’d be surprised what I’d do for a decent glass of wine and some good company.”She leaned back, swirling the wine in her glass. “Alright, what should we toast to then?”He paused, pretending to consider, tapping a finger against the stem of his glass. “Uhm… I don’t know.”Ava chuckled. “The toast was your idea. You must have thought of something before suggesting one.”Alex let out a low laugh, the kind that slipped out from under his breath. “Touché.” He glanced at the glowing table, at the effort Pearl had poured into it—the flowers, the fairy lights, the warm plates waiting patiently beneath polished domes. He knew she must have had help, but it was still lovely. “How about we
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