SIXTEEN
Sitting on the edge of a bed in the new motel room they’d travelled to, Rora appreciated the skill of Strike’s hands that were massaging the side of her neck again. All this driving and the lack of sleep was starting to take its toll, she wasn’t used to being awake for such long periods of time.
Squeezing her shoulders, he worked the tension out of her taut muscles. “I swear I’m going to keep looking until I find a skill you can’t master,” she said, moaning at the pleasure delivered by his strong fingers. The TV was on in the background, but the volume was low, so she couldn’t really hear it. But when her eyes opened, she saw the cute creature on the screen and smiled. “Sloths are cute, don’t you think? If we were together, would you get me a sloth?”
“Sure,” he said. “I let you
