Page 190 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

“I showed up at our normal time in our normal place, and we had sex. She was a little late, since she had to do something in the square. It was a quickie, since she said she had to go check on her daughter, but it was exactly what we both wanted. Wynter knew what she liked, and she was learning to ask for it. She was all over me, and we both got off a few times. In fact, she told me she’d see me next week on Friday for more.”

They both looked at Hart, and he simply nodded.

This whole thing sucked. Wynter was leading a double life, and no one suspected.

Honor sighed.

Someone had to go there.

“Did you wear a condom, Doctor? Because right now, she’s being autopsied.”

He didn’t lie.

“No.”

Hart confirmed.

The doctor shared more information, and it didn’t make any of them feel any better.

“I never did after she was put on the pill.”

Honor went there.

“Why not? If you’re trying to hide this from her husband, that seems like a no-brainer.”

He shrugged.

“Again, this was about her enjoying sex and finding her own power. Wynter told me repeatedly that she liked the feeling of being wet after sex with me. It made her feel better every time she saw her husband and his lover. Listen, I didn’t…”

Bishop held up her hand.

Why?

That lover was HER husband.

“I am going to give you three seconds to stop rationalizing this for your benefit, or I’m punching you in the face. Do you hear me, Doctor? Because right now, I’m torn between whipping your ass because you preyed on a patient and trying to find a way to arrest you for having sex with a married woman, knowing she had a family.”

Honor shrugged as her partner lost it. This wasn’t a normal Bishop response, and she got it.

“I won’t say shit when you beat his ass,” she admitted. “You know, how he didn’t say shit when he knew what he was doing was wrong. I’m in my ‘turn a blind eye’ era.”

As if on cue, Hart closed his eyes.

“Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz,” he said, pretending to be asleep.

Well, that said one thing. They were all on the same page with this.

Because he likely feared for his life, the doctor was to the point.

“It was consensual. She enjoyed herself, and I repeatedly told her she needed to have therapy with her husband. I continued to offer her a way to rectify with him, but she didn’t want that. What she wanted was our Friday dates.”

Hart nodded again.

“Not a lie.”

Honor was curious.

“What was your end goal?” she asked. “Because you risked your career, and she risked her marriage. Was this just a revenge fest for her, and some kinky sex for you?”