“It’s bolted,” I assured her. More screams pressed through the drywall. “No one’s going to pay attention to more screaming.” My grin was full of mischief as she sat half-naked in front of me. I ran my hand from her ankle and up her calf—stopping behind her knee. I stood fully and took the bottom of her sweatshirt in my hands. She raised her arms above her head and let me strip her nearly bare. The bra remaining was lacy and bloodred—the
