TWENTY-THREE
They made love again, ignoring Torres’ calls and surrendering only to each other. While Rora was so boneless that she was sure she’d never move again, Strike inhaled and vaulted off the bed, striding out into the living room in his full n***d glory.
There was no one out there to see him, but she rolled to the edge of the bed to admire the view for as long as she could. When he came back into the bedroom, he didn’t get on the vacant side of the bed. He put Opal on the nightstand and with his phone in his fist, he pushed her to the other side of the bed and then got on beside her.
“What are you doing?” Rora asked, tracing a fingertip up the front of his n***d thigh.
“Shh,” he said, wrapping his hand around her finger to hold it still while taking the phone to his ear. He lis
