Page 106 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

Jesus.

H.

Christ.

That was a heavy word to carry, too.

It drew up scary pictures where she was left behind, and now, she was forced to focus on where she fit into this. Until she knew that, there would be no rest for her.

Bet.

On.

It.

Punching in their daughter’s birthday, Bishop headed inside to get comfortable.

The place was absolutely silent, and it smelled like the two men’s cologne.

The whole time, she wondered if this was where it happened. Was this the place her husband broke his promise to her? Because there was no doubt in her mind that the two men had consummated their relationship with sex.

She’d bet her badge on it.

For Lucian’s sake, she hoped and prayed he didn’t lie about this. As someone who spent her whole day being lied to, she could smell them.

That would piss her off.

For now, it appeared the ball was in his court.

As she sat in the one chair, she stared at the bed and began thinking about her friend who died.

Did Wynter find out about it, and was that one of the reasons she was depressed?

While she believed it was post-partum, could it be that her husband had been dick deep in someone else, or had Lucian’s dick in him?

Was that part of the weight that ended up being her downfall? Because not once had Wynter ever let on that she was upset about it.

In fact, the opposite was true.

Wynter seemed okay.

When the door opened, she didn’t look over. Already, she knew who it would be because whenever Lucian entered a room, she could feel that energy.

It screamed power, masculinity, and once…HERS. Now, it was anyone’s guess.

“I could feel you calling to me, Bishop. You wanted to speak to me?” Lucian asked.

The whole time he’d been getting the Armstrongs settled and tucking Ridge into a bed, he could feel the turmoil. The second she came in here, that energy hit him.

This place was protected, balanced, and a location for calm. His wife was anything but, and he understood that.

Lucian did this to her.

“I would like to, yes.”

As he approached, taking the leather seat not far from her, she could feel his walls up, as if he was bracing for some assault.

Well, they had something in common.