Page 235 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

“We asked permission,” he said. “We came to you guys in advance before it progressed, telling you. We didn’t keep it a secret for this reason.”

Oh, she knew.

“We told you guys to come to us if it bothered you. We let you watch us to make sure nothing happened on this plane.”

She was to the point.

“I guess it’s a good thing she didn’t find out what happened between the two of you in the meditation shed.”

Oh, shit.

Now, he had to wonder.

“Did she find out?”

Bishop shook her head.

“I don’t think so. We found out that the therapist put a move on her, and she didn’t stop him. Then, she booked the hotel room where they would go hook up. The shrink prescribed her the birth control after going bare in her. Apparently, Wynter got some thrill, some revenge, being wet with another man’s cum after the fact—like it was the ultimate revenge against an unsuspecting Ridge.”

Lucian closed his eyes.

That was three days beyond cruel. That was meant to deliver a blow to his ego.

“Oh, Ridge is going to fall apart. We can’t tell him that last part. Ever.”

Bishop went there because she wasn’t done.

“She was getting ready to take Sophia and leave him. Leon Kenyon said they were in love, and there’s nothing to say he’s lying. She went to the questioning with Honor, and told him and his assistant to play dumb. Then, she went to the square, where someone had to slip that necklace into her pocket, and then to the hotel, where she had sex with him.”

He was appalled.

“On the day she died?”

Bishop nodded.

“Bodhi did a full autopsy. I know you told him to get her ready for burial, and he kept it simple for Ridge, but we had to cover our bases in case Leon Kenyon is behind this.”

He.

Got.

Mad.

Bishop could feel that anger in him.

“Calm down,” she said. “You can’t go beat him up. You have to sit your ass down and help me figure this out. Because whether we like it or not, she saw the static as the end of her marriage. That’s on all of us.”

He was trying.

Lucian was literally vibrating, so his wife said that one word.

“Control.”

Yeah, well, that was easier said that done, so he was honest.

“Without my tuner, I’m low on control,” he said. “We came out of the static, and I’m drained. Punching a douchebag in the face is absolutely going to happen.”

She put her hand on his knee.