FIFTEEN
On returning to the room, Rora found Torres still unconscious on one bed, Strike sitting on the other, and Junker pacing the room. But the moment the door closed, both conscious men stopped to focus on her.
“What?” she asked the two men who were fixated on her, making her squirm.
Junker was still just gaping when Strike got up from the bed and came to her. Braced for whatever reaction he might have to the bag of supplies she was carrying, she didn’t fight him when he took it from her.
Strike opened it, looked inside and then threw it aside to grab her face and haul her up to kiss her. She was so shocked by the kiss that she froze for a minute and didn’t respond. He pushed her jacket from her shoulders and rushed her back against the door.
“You naughty, naughty girl,” he said,
