Jo recovers fast. “Or maybe the only thing I’d enjoy,” she says slowly, “is my knee in your groin.” “So you’re the sadist then.” “No.” “No?” “How’s that mattress on your back? Still heavy?” Beckett gives me a brief look like, see, she’s a borderline brat. Then says to her, “Why? You want to test it out.” “That lumpy overused thing?” I try not to laugh. A smile pulls at his lips. “If that’s what you have to tell yourself.”
