CHAPTER TWENTY
Lindsey rolled over, with care, in the huge bed. He found Marvia and pressed his cheek against her naked belly. She was still the most beautiful sight, her skin the most pleasant texture in the world. She must have been ready to wake up, because he felt her fingers on the back of his neck.
He could only move gingerly. The slightest miscue and his shoulder screamed at him. He reached across Marvia, used his right hand to shove himself into a semi-upright position, then struggled to put his feet over the side of the bed and sit up.
Marvia pushed herself up against the headboard. The room was air-conditioned, and she pulled a sheet over her breasts, shivering.
Lindsey said, “I’ll turn it off.”
Marvia laughed. “Another time. How are you feeling? Can you sleep with that thin
