Twenty-Three
Jessika was reading a brief for an upcoming case when Harry got home, just after nine.
He collapsed onto the sofa beside her and undid his tie.
She kissed him on the cheek.
‘Long day, Detective? Have you eaten?’
‘Not yet but I can rustle something up.’
‘Why don’t you get out of that suit and have a shower while I cook you something?’
‘You sure?’
‘I’ve been waiting for you, Detective, and I don’t want you passing out on me from lack of energy.’ She undid the buttons of his shirt and tickled his belly. ‘Go and get in the shower.’
Harry did as he was told, and discovered that having s*x under running hot water only increased his appetite for more. It was well after ten when they sat down to eat.
‘Did you have any luck contacting Sharon?’
‘None, I’m afraid.’
‘What made
