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If only she hadn’t found his “punishments” so far so damn alluring.
Or maybe that was a good thing?
She was about to ask what he wanted for dinner, when he punched buttons on the oven, then went to the refrigerator and pulled out a casserole dish.
Opening the lid, he commented, “Looks like Janice made enchiladas.”
Utah glanced around the spotless kitchen and sent up a silent prayer of thanks for being able to enjoy the perks of having Janice in her life for the next four months.
She hoped going back to normal wouldn’t take too much effort.
Liam glanced at one of two notes left on the island counter. “Cindy said Phoebe got an extra-long walk today and will get another one tomorrow before the groomer comes.” He picked up the other piece of paper. “Janice says to leave any dinner requests we have for Wednesday. I’ll have to let her know we won’t need dinner on Friday.”
“Yeah, what was that about?”
“Parker was named the hospital network’s Person of the Year and his award ceremony is Friday.”
Oh, more hospital stuff. Grrreat.
It’s not that she minded the hospital stuff. In fact, had she been consulting there under normal circumstances, she’d probably even enjoy the challenge. But the churning in her stomach the moment they’d walked through the lobby doors that morning had been more than first-day butterflies. The sense of dread about people finding out who she really was filled her gut like a balloon.
She knew better than to say anything to Liam, though. This was the bed she’d made, so she had better get used to lying in it for the next four months.
Fuck.
Four months.
That was a long damn time.
But it was still better than jail.
On a positive note, at least she’d be having sex until the new year. And not just plain ‘ol boring sex, but mind-blowing, toe-curling, orgasmic sex. The kind she’d only fantasized about.
Not to mention, she’d have Phoebe and Janice, too.
Liam brought her back to the present when he said, “You’re going to need a dress. I didn’t even think about it when we were shopping.”
“You bought me lots of dresses.” Then it dawned on her. “Oh, you mean like a cocktail dress.”
“Exactly.”
“Maybe Amy has something I can borrow.”
The oven beeped to alert them it was sufficiently preheated, and he put the casserole dish in, then stood at his full height as he shook his head.
“You’re not representing me in a borrowed dress. Take a long lunch this week and get one, along with shoes and a handbag, and anything else you need. Maybe book an appointment for the salon on Friday afternoon to get your hair and nails done.”
This was obviously a big deal to him. Unfortunately, that only added to her trepidation.
“I’m not sure if I can get an appointment on such short notice.”
“Kathy can get you in anywhere. Just tell her what salon you want to go to. Cost isn’t an object.”
“So, I don’t have to go to SuperTrim?” she teased.
“No, baby. My girl doesn’t go to SuperTrim.”
His girl.
