nothing like his relief that there was no collar.
He must have made a noise because the man looked up from his magazine. “I see you’re finally awake. The nurse told me you should be coming to soon.”
Micah opened his mouth to speak and nothing more than a croak came out.
The man held up his hand. “Don’t speak. The doctor said your vocal chords were bruised and until the swelling comes back down, it’ll be painful to talk.” Leaning over, he grabbed a familiar small tablet and pen. “Here. Write down anything you want to ask.”
Micah shifted and lifted a sore arm to accept the items. He scowled as he noticed the fine tremor in his hands. Must be from the meds.
After he finally managed to click the pen, he scrawled his first question on the paper. Showing it to the man, he waited as the man burst out laughing.
“My name is Ethan, and no, I didn’t escape from some reservation and steal some guard’s clothing. I’m the Head of Security here at the hospital.” He fingered one of his braids. “Besides one of your lovers is a long-time friend of mine from the Rangers.”
Micah frowned and spoke without thinking. “Lover?” he croaked, his throat burning.
“Jude Larson?” Ethan gave him a puzzled look.
He opened his mouth and Ethan interrupted him. “Hey, rest your throat- use the tablet or that Mistress of yours will kick my ass.”
Micah reached for the tablet. The man was obvious deluded. He had no Mistress nor was he Jude Larson’s lover. His skin crawled at the idea of even allowing the man to touch him. Scrawling on the tablet, he handed it to Ethan. The man accepted it, scanned it quickly before the corners of his mouth tugged upwards with a grin.
“Boy, you have some rather strange euphemisms – but no I haven’t lost my brains in the bat shit. Mistress Olivia told me you might deny your relationship with her and Dickens.” He leaned forward and stared at Micah.
Micah shifted uncomfortably under his intense stare, wondering what the man saw that was so interesting, and who the hell Dickens was.
“Jude.” Ethan said softly. “You see, while I don’t understand exactly what you get out of submitting to a woman, I can’t believe you’re going to let what happened to you to be an excuse for letting them slip through your hands. I’d be grasping on tightly with both hands if I had a woman, let alone a man and woman, like the two of them, who are moving hell and earth to protect your stubborn ass.” He braced his arms on the bed railing and leaned in. “But I need you to understand this. If you deliberately hurt my friend, I’ll take it very personally. Jude has been through hell, and after seeing the connection between him and your Mistress, I’ll be extremely pissed if you do anything to ruin it.”
Micah flinched. Jesus Christ, after everything I’ve been through of late, who does this ass think he is threatening me? Narrowing his eyes, he glared at the man before opening his mouth and croaking out a reply. “Take your threats and shove them up your ass – I don’t need this shit.” Rolling over onto his side, he gave the man his back, wishing to hell that everyone would leave him alone.
* * * *
Olivia moaned heatedly into Jude’s mouth as he pressed her up against the closed door of their hotel room. Logically she knew they should be packing their stuff up to move to the safe house Ethan had found for them through a friend. It was his friend’s vacation home just outside of New Orleans. It’d be the perfect place for Micah to recuperate while they were trying to locate his attacker.
In fact she’d been planning on doing just that until she saw the raw need in Jude’s eyes. He had laid everything on the line at the hospital. Added to the reality of seeing the dark bruises around Micah’s throat had driven her sub to the point he needed the physical connection between them to assure he still
He must have made a noise because the man looked up from his magazine. “I see you’re finally awake. The nurse told me you should be coming to soon.”
Micah opened his mouth to speak and nothing more than a croak came out.
The man held up his hand. “Don’t speak. The doctor said your vocal chords were bruised and until the swelling comes back down, it’ll be painful to talk.” Leaning over, he grabbed a familiar small tablet and pen. “Here. Write down anything you want to ask.”
Micah shifted and lifted a sore arm to accept the items. He scowled as he noticed the fine tremor in his hands. Must be from the meds.
After he finally managed to click the pen, he scrawled his first question on the paper. Showing it to the man, he waited as the man burst out laughing.
“My name is Ethan, and no, I didn’t escape from some reservation and steal some guard’s clothing. I’m the Head of Security here at the hospital.” He fingered one of his braids. “Besides one of your lovers is a long-time friend of mine from the Rangers.”
Micah frowned and spoke without thinking. “Lover?” he croaked, his throat burning.
“Jude Larson?” Ethan gave him a puzzled look.
He opened his mouth and Ethan interrupted him. “Hey, rest your throat- use the tablet or that Mistress of yours will kick my ass.”
Micah reached for the tablet. The man was obvious deluded. He had no Mistress nor was he Jude Larson’s lover. His skin crawled at the idea of even allowing the man to touch him. Scrawling on the tablet, he handed it to Ethan. The man accepted it, scanned it quickly before the corners of his mouth tugged upwards with a grin.
“Boy, you have some rather strange euphemisms – but no I haven’t lost my brains in the bat shit. Mistress Olivia told me you might deny your relationship with her and Dickens.” He leaned forward and stared at Micah.
Micah shifted uncomfortably under his intense stare, wondering what the man saw that was so interesting, and who the hell Dickens was.
“Jude.” Ethan said softly. “You see, while I don’t understand exactly what you get out of submitting to a woman, I can’t believe you’re going to let what happened to you to be an excuse for letting them slip through your hands. I’d be grasping on tightly with both hands if I had a woman, let alone a man and woman, like the two of them, who are moving hell and earth to protect your stubborn ass.” He braced his arms on the bed railing and leaned in. “But I need you to understand this. If you deliberately hurt my friend, I’ll take it very personally. Jude has been through hell, and after seeing the connection between him and your Mistress, I’ll be extremely pissed if you do anything to ruin it.”
Micah flinched. Jesus Christ, after everything I’ve been through of late, who does this ass think he is threatening me? Narrowing his eyes, he glared at the man before opening his mouth and croaking out a reply. “Take your threats and shove them up your ass – I don’t need this shit.” Rolling over onto his side, he gave the man his back, wishing to hell that everyone would leave him alone.
* * * *
Olivia moaned heatedly into Jude’s mouth as he pressed her up against the closed door of their hotel room. Logically she knew they should be packing their stuff up to move to the safe house Ethan had found for them through a friend. It was his friend’s vacation home just outside of New Orleans. It’d be the perfect place for Micah to recuperate while they were trying to locate his attacker.
In fact she’d been planning on doing just that until she saw the raw need in Jude’s eyes. He had laid everything on the line at the hospital. Added to the reality of seeing the dark bruises around Micah’s throat had driven her sub to the point he needed the physical connection between them to assure he still
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