SEVENTEEN
Rora kicked out of Strike’s oversized boots because they slowed her down. Striding across the room, she went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
She didn’t hesitate to cross the tile floor or to pull back the shower curtain to reveal a n***d Strike. He twisted around, wiping water from his face with one hand while the other slicked back his hair. His scowl loosened when he identified that she was the interruption.
“Change your mind?” he asked, reaching for the strap of her dress.
Rora caught his hand before it could make contact with the fabric. “You led us to her,” she said. “You were the reason Junker knew that Bella was going to be checking in to that hotel. You made sure we knew it with enough time to get there before her and set up.”
“Yeah,” he said, reach
