Fid leChapter 21
There were candles everywhere. John Coltrane’s sultriest improvisations growled and purred from hidden room-encircling speakers. At the center of it all was an absolutely enormous bed, well beyond king-sized and already stripped to its sheets and a half-dozen long pillows. “You know,” Luke dryly observed as he stared at it in wonder and admiration, “I recognize that it’s a cliché to make a joke about how big it is, but to be honest it seems contextually appropriate.” “I am unembarrassed to...