He simply answered her question. “You’re not a terrible reporter.” A few minutes passed. Sophie asked, “How many brothers do you have?” “Three.” “Any sisters?” “No.” Jack slowly turned toward her. He was a big man, and the bed was small. He rolled Sophie toward him so that she rested on his side. “Why all the questions?” he asked, his face close, their eyes meeting in the dark. “You know everything there is to know about me, and I don’t know much about you.” “Yeah, you do. You know where I grew up, where I went to school, and when I joined the FBI. You also know I like the way you kiss me.” She smiled. “Good night, Jack.” He laughed. “Good night, Sophie.” Jack made it until around two in the morning, and then Sophie began to move restlessly against him. He wasn’t sure if she was awake or asleep, but after removing her clothes without any resistance, he didn’t care.
