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Then came the next question. “How long have you and Liam been dating?”
“We’re just friends.”
Cathryn looked at her incredulously.
“Seriously, girl? What are you waiting for? That man is hot with a capital H! If I didn’t have a boyfriend…”
“You wouldn’t do anything,” Annette, the younger of the pathologists interjected. “He’s our boss.”
Cathryn clutched her hands to her chest and got a theatrical, far-away look in her eye. “A girl can dream…”
Utah had a new admiration for her Liege, and she suddenly had an overwhelming urge to show him just how much—while on her knees.
Her pulsating panties weren’t helping matters.
She picked her purse up off the counter and stood.
“Ladies, it was lovely meeting you, but I should probably get back to our table before Liam thinks I ditched him.”
Cathryn scoffed. “As if any woman in her right mind would ever run out on him.”
Flashbacks of her jumping in her Honda and doing just that entered her consciousness. Although, in her defense, she could probably safely say she hadn’t been in her right mind at the time.
Just then, the vibrations against her clit intensified, and she knew that was his way of beckoning her back to him.
How fucked up am I that I love it?
Amy’s words reverberated in her brain as she walked back to table thirty-six.
“There will be no kink shaming on my watch!”
Not only had Utah’s freak flag been unfurled, but she was waving it happily in the land of submission with no regrets.
Well, not sexually, anyway. There was a niggling feeling something wasn’t right, though.
Did she wish she hadn’t hacked the hospital?
Not really. Her sentence was a small price to pay to help those families out.
Did she wish she hadn’t been caught?
Kind of. But getting caught led her back to Liam, and she didn’t have to lie to him about what she’d done.
So, what was the problem?
She saw Vicki Kaiser and another man—not Andy—talking to Liam at their table, and Utah veered left to head toward the bar.
Oh. That’s it.
If people found out who she was, it could ruin his career. That didn’t exactly make her long-term girlfriend material.
But they were together now. She’d worry about everything else in December.
Fishing a drink ticket from her purse, she handed it to the man behind the bar.
“White wine, please.”
The bartender poured a quarter of a glass, then tossed the empty bottle into the trash, saying, “Let me grab another bottle,” before disappearing.
