Chapter 33

Rafe rolled onto his side, propping his head up in his hand. His knees nudged against Sullivan’s legs, but it wasn’t intrusive, more of a promise that he was right there. “Mama doesn’t think I should trust you.”

That hurt, though he wasn’t surprised. “I thought things were getting better. She said she likes my work.”

“She does. But it’s not about you specifically. It’s about Strike.”

Another unsurprising statement. “And what do you think?”

A callused hand came to rest on Sullivan’s forearm, the touch firming when his muscles twitched. “That you’re the most interesting thing to ever happen here. And that I’m willing to take the time for you to prove her wrong.”