Page 19 of Heat of Justice

“Don’t mind?” Lia murmured.

Quinn smiled. Her gorgeous wife, the tough reporter, never let her get away with anything.

“I like it,” she corrected.

Lia squeezed her in her arms, then let out a small chuckle. “Are you blushing, Lieutenant Wesley?”

“Might be,” Quinn grunted.

“No question; you are. I can feel your cheek catching fire on my breast. I like that, for sure.”

“Can’t help it.” Quinn looked up to meet her dark, laughing eyes. “I have a hot wife.”

“You are such a charmer.”

“I love being married to you, Lia. Being yours.”

“Me too, darling. No, Quinn, don’t think about that now.”

Quinn did not ask what she meant by this. Lia obviously caught her change of mood as she contemplated her situation. Thinking about work and doing something—anything—to get herself reinstated.

“What’s the plan for today then?” she prompted instead.

“Let’s be together and make the most of the good weather. I want breakfast in town, a long walk on the beach, and maybe check out the new dive school that just opened on Ocean Street. Today, we rest. Tomorrow, we fight back.”

“What about your own work, Lia?”

“You come first today.”

“Are you sure? It’s—”

“Totally sure. Don’t argue,” Lia said firmly before breaking into a smile. “And the answer is yes, by the way.”

“To what question?”

“The one floating in your gorgeous eyes. You’re wondering about jumping in the shower with me.”

Quinn laughed. “I was, actually.”

“Good.” With a beaming smile, a very naked and equally gorgeous Lia stood up and held out her hand to her. “Come on, Wife. Let me take care of you.”

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In her office on East Lowell Street, an area of Lewiston that had sprung high-rises to rival New York City in recent times, Kim sipped herbal tea and called on the spirit of Themis, the goddess, and personification of law and justice in ancient Greece, to grant her patience.

“Let me make sure I’ve got this straight, Mr. McAllister,” she stated. “You do not just want your soon-to-be ex-wife toreimburse you for the cost of the breast enhancement procedure she had done… You want her to reverse the process?”

“That’s correct.”

His face was totally serious as he nodded in reply, and still, she looked for the punchline. It had to be a joke.

“You want her to have the implants removed?”

“Yes, totally.”

“But—”

“It’s like this, Counselor,” he cut her, catching her frown.

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