Page 194 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

Honestly, it wouldn’t. Another man would insult his masculinity, and he’d question what she saw in someone other guy. A lady, he’d understand because tits were awesome, and if he liked them, and she liked them, it wasn’t like he could grow them.

“If she wasn’t leaving me, I wouldn’t care as much as I would with a man. I’m not saying I’d let it happen, but I’d be more open if she was honest with me. Lying to me is a big problem, IF my wife could lie and I didn’t know.”

She pointed.

“EXACTLY. That’s one more reason it doesn’t bother me. I’m not being replaced. I asked Lucian point-blank if I was, and he said no. I trust him. I also know he loves Ridge. Like, genuinely loves him. It’s not just to fulfill an itch, but because his heart recognizes who he is to him. We both knew that because neither man has ever pretended it’s not there.”

Hart played devil’s advocate.

It sucked that he had to, but for them to work this, they had to look at every angle.

“But Wynter might not have seen it that way. It clearly pissed her off.”

She was aware.

To have an affair to get revenge was a whole other level of spite. Yesterday, when she found out that Ridge and Lucian had had sex on this plane, cheating on her husband to make him pay had NEVER occurred to her.

NOT.

ONCE.

That Wynter wanted to inflict pain…

That sucked.

“And then at any point, she could have told Ridge. Lucian built a meditation room for them. It’s a man shed behind our homes. They both had an open-door policy where we could go in and talk or watch if we needed reassuring. She never once said a word about it. We’ve all watched them go into the static. They come out like they go in.”

Well, they did until the sex magick happened here, too.

Hart sighed.

“He’s going to be hurt. Lucian is going to feel guilty, and Ridge is going to be decimated. This is not a good place to be for those of us who know.”

Oh, there was no doubt.

“Someone has to tell him,” she said, as they both saw Honor heading their way.

In her hand, there was a paper.

“What’s that?” she asked.

The cop smiled ferally.

“A list of all of his clients. It seems he’s scared that I’m going to out him, so he opted to skip the ‘get a warrant’ bullshittery and go right to cooperation.”

“And are you?” Hart asked.

She smiled.

FERALLY.

“Absofuckinglutely. He had sex with a patient. I’m going to get his license pulled, but first, I figured we’d use this to our advantage. Doctor Kenyon is out of business as soon as we find this person. Because he hurt my bestie,” she said, pointing at Bishop, “and made it sound like it was their fault, I’m going to enact my pound of flesh. I’m spiteful like that. Someone’s business is going to be closed down.”

“Did he say more about my husband after I left?” Bishop asked.

Honor didn’t hesitate.

“Nope. I just always have your back, Bishop.”