Page 248 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

“Wait. What? Where did that come into play? I know we didn’t discuss that,” he admitted. “I mean, I joked about it, but I wasn’t serious.”

His possessiveness made her feel all safe and secure, and she liked it.

A.

Lot.

A beast had to beast on the best and worst days.

Rolling out of bed, she laughed on her way to the bathroom, and she did it without an explanation.

It was show-and-tell time.

“Bishop! I was kidding about you having sex with a woman. That’s not my kink! Where are you going?”

When she came out, she was carrying the cat carrier.

Oh, and he eyed it up like it was going to blow up and kill them both.

“What is that?” he asked, horrified.

She put it on the bed and opened the door.

“The last victim had a cat. Meet Luna. We’re keeping her if the victim’s family doesn’t want her. Meet the pussy I want to cuddle up with on a daily basis. She’s a sweet cat.”

As she explained, he stared at the cat.

Then his wife.

Then the cat again.

Oh, she knew Lucian was NOT pet-friendly. The man never had a pet in his life. Any time she ever suggested it, he started sweating and getting itchy palms.

Someone did not like pet fur on his very expensive suits and furniture.

“Problem?” she asked, almost daring him to say no.

Instead, he just sighed.

“Thank God it wasn’t a fucking horse,” he stated, knowing he was not winning this one. His wife let him have another person in their relationship, so the least he could do was let her have this cat. “Touché, Bishop. Checkmate. This is a first. The professional arguer has nothing to say.”

And she laughed.

It was rare that she could pull one over on her husband, but in this case, it appeared she’d gotten the upper hand. Never let it be said it couldn’t be done.

Timing was everything.

CLEARLY.

It looked as if she was keeping the witch’s cat if her family didn’t claim it.

“I thought so,” she stated.

Petting the cat, Lucian sighed.

“Cassia is going to love this cat. She loves anything that is furry,” he admitted, as the cat rubbed against his hand. “And she seems friendly.”

Bishop smiled.