He picked up his coffee and leaned back in the booth, lifting his voice over the chatter of the burger bar. ‘I signed up for our old school’s Facebook group and there he was. We’ve had a couple of long phone conversations too.’

‘Oh. I haven’t been on the Bettsbrough Comp group for months, with devoting so much energy to Hannah Anna Butik.’ And wondering what on earth was happening with Albin. ‘He didn’t tell me.’

He let his gaze drop, picking at a white paper napkin. ‘He thought it would be fun for me to surprise you. When I said I’d be in Stockholm, he said why not call in?’

Hannah’s attention shifted. ‘Call in? Skytteholmsparken’s outside the city. It must be a half-hour drive from the shop.’ She’d been a few times on summer Sundays with Albin and seen children swarming over the climbing frames and outdoor gym or splashing in the pool.

He shrugged. ‘I guess Rob thought I wouldn’t be too far away. He probably doesn’t know Stockholm well.’

‘He was once surprised to learn Stockholm’s a cluster of islands,’ she acknowledged slowly. ‘Though he agreed there were a lot of bridges and water.’ She eyed Nico who was flexing the plastic lid from his coffee and not meeting her gaze. ‘So you didn’t just call in because you saw a shop called Hannah Anna’s and thought it must be something to do with me. Rob sent you.’ She frowned. ‘You might as well tell me why because I’ll only call him to ask if you don’t.’

Nico sighed, abandoning the lid and wiping his hands. He gave her a half-smile. ‘He miiight have expressed a small worry that you’re coming to his wedding on your own and wanted to know if you were OK.’

‘So he sent you to check up on me?’ Hannah’s appetite for her fast-cooling meal vanished. ‘I’m an independent woman and I’m fine on my own. They just want their top table balanced by me bringing a plus-one!’ She used indignation to mask her reluctance to talk to Nico about Albin. Who would want to admit that the boyfriend she’d been living with for almost two years had snubbed the invitation, saying English weddings were unbearably twee and Middledip was the arse-end of nowhere? She’d snapped back that in that case she didn’t want him there, looking down his nose at her friendly lot. Albin’s comfortably off family had shipped him off to Sigtuna boarding school when he was a kid and considered ‘close’ interchangeable with ‘overfamiliar’.